Sunday

I'm absurdly pleased to have finally bought a Bubble gun, press the trigger and small bubbles stream out of it in a most pleasing fashion...


Been out to Morval Steam rally, no dancing diggers this years sadly, but a huge Belgium Organ belting out Meatloaf and soft rock tunes.. and a wonder full Harlyton motorbike in the parade (a side valve Harley engine in a Norton frame)..Long drive though.. i'm knakered.

saturday

Wanker of the week... its been fair day today, a sad lack luster day all round, succession of overtired kids and piss heads past the door... worst was a poor child about seven getting shouted at in his face by his dad... very posh accent, shouting at the poor lad because he didn't ask for an ice cream politely..."I told you this morning i wanted a very polite little boy didn't i!...." really hysterically screamed... that poor lad...why do people do that to their kids all he's going to remember of his nice day is his dad screaming at him...the person he wants most to get approval off....

Sunday

yesterday went ot see Doc Glue he seems much better though still a bit bombed on drugs and tired..

Thursday

Discussed crap with Mr handy while wife went to sign on again. Wife and son went to see Doc Glue at home. I went to pick them up latter. For some weird Indian social reason Chemical Ali phoned wife and asked how Doc was...I don't think he's in good odour with Doc Glue for some reason. Doc said the wife if Ali turned up at his house he wasn't going to let him in. Ali seems to be in urgent need of a chat about work. And he said he was going to see him at home... i wonder what's going to happen there!.

Wednesday

Humm. went to deliver more "toga pins" and the shop don't want my copper bowls so had to take em home in a sad little plastic bag... the shop owner wanted to wrap them, but i said no, what's the point ah....

on the plus side, i went and got Doc Glue from hospital and delivered (via Sainsburys for milk and bread) home...Bastard hospital car park, had to go to the field one pay £1.70 and only stayed for ten mins...Doc looked tired and in a bit of pain. He said that the doc said it was an immune thing, his body attacking his legs after a virus...He also said the doc said it might take two months to get over it, which is pants for the factory but bollox to them...Chemical Ali phone here to find out how he was, oddly he didn't phone Glue. he did say he was going to phone him tomorrow "over work"....hummm...im wondering if the bastard boss is agitating for him to get back to work or....maybe to retire?

Monday

Went to see Doc Glue in hospital, all the family this time, as he was feeling a little better. People always look smaller when they are ill. he looked ok wife said he was a better colour today. I think he might have been glad someone worried about him. We offered any help we could and managed to wangle out of him that he wanted clean pyjamas, so we went to Matilan and bough some cheap ones, in the dull colour he favours,even after threatening to get Superman ones...It seem the Hospital are worried that he has blood clots in his aching legs that might travel to other parts if his heart is jump started to its right rythum...

sunday

The wife has been really upset by the ideal job rejection, i always expect nothing to go well, so i'm pissed off but less so. Mr Lecturer phone and told us probably why she didn't get it... too old at 43, the cunts want to see themselves as a young thrusting collage, they invariably take on 20/early 30's people.....stupid bastards, doesn't seem to matter if you can do the job, just age..(this isnt just speculation he has talked to a friend there, bigging up the wife to her, which went well till he ages was mentioned...)

Took wife to see Doctor Glue, me and son wandered while she went,he said don't bring our son as its "horrible" in there. She said he looked ok but his feet looked white and he was bored. Seems they have put it all down to stress, his hearts go into arrhythmia and needs re timing... they may let him home tomorrow and do it latter or keep him in. he was pleased with the hubcap and we took him a book to read.

First thing we too son to Mrs Handy for an hour and went and wrestled the stove into the car, fucking heavy it is too, no one was about but im sure they will notice its gone and assume we took it...Just as i was about to go and get son, Fivemeum rung....its ok we will have it she said... its bloody here! i basically shouted...i don't want it i was thinking id use it in the garden as a BBQ...anyway she said if we wanted it then to keep it.. but i don't want it...so i told her to come get it next week...soem people are so fucking nuts you cant help the bastards.

Saturday

Wife rang the hospital this morning and got through to Doctor Glue in his sick bed. It seems the doc was worried about his aching legs and they had to decided if they were due to the virus or maybe they needed antibiotics. Poor chap he's so shy and a real nice chap...We went off to a village vintage rally which was pleasant, found a hubcap as a present for Doctor Glue, he said he wanted one as he plans to make a metal guitar. I doubt its suitable but im sure he will be pleased to have been thought of.

Saw Dotty, she was selling stuff there, she mentioned our friends house not being occupied, i said that maybe the Bastards "secret legal advisor" had told them what a bad idea it was to sell it....the wife commented that she hopped they had both died, we all agreed on that... Dotty said they hadn't pursued her as per the threatening letter they sent her, and thanked me profusely for calming her down on the phone when she got it...She seems well, but is very short of money, she's down to her last tin of tuna this morning and had money only for petrol to the rally and back. I offered to take her anywhere she wanted in our car and use of our bath etc...

On the way back spotted a old cast iron stove outside a house. Fivemum is looking for a stove, so wife went and asked if it was going spare. it is indeed, we can pick it up tomorrow (wont fit in car with our son)...Took wife and son to beech and came home, phoned Fivemum, got her hubby, who seemed not to want a stove at all (its was fucking freezing in there last winter and the kids got sent to school ill as it was warmer there, they slept in their coats for fuck sake!)...Has it got a back boiler she asked...yes it has a backboiler... we didn't want that...then don't use it...but then it will "burn out" ... what does that matter, if you don't want to use it?..< fucking hell gift horse in the mouth time...now she's "thinking about it" over night.. i think i want it she can fucking freeze all winter...


Waiting for me on the mat was a letter from the Job wife applied for, she been doing the job for six weeks as a temp. When she phoned for a lift i asked her if i should open it. I did, its a rejection. Probably they already knew who they were going to give it to. Wife was very very disappointed, she had made plans, it was her idea job. I was too, angry i hope they fuck off and die.... sods law, she well capable of it has been doing the job but they give it to some idiot... fuck em, fuck the world..fuck off.

Friday

At lest im on my own!.... just a few hours, son and wife are with school mum and devil girls down the road...son went to beech with them yesterday, poor son in a wet suit looked like a pipe cleaner boy! School mum suffered a wasp sting to her nipple the other day, ouch! the dangers of bikinis.

I'm worried about our friend "doctor Glue"... he's had "flu" recently and we rang to see how he was this morning and the poor chap had been to the GP but was now waiting for an ambulance to take him for "tests"...

Wednesday

Today i had to get away from wife and child. She was doing her uber feeble act and seemed to not notice that i was chewing the carpet, trying not to shout at them both to get out of my face! yesterday she said she woudl take our son out for the day and fucked about all day so they didn't, today she did the same till i just picked up my coat and said i was going out.....was out all day, visited Fivemum. She was more fraught than usual, all the kids being there. Shouting and swearing at them a lot. To me she tries to control them too much... she should just let them get on with things and pick up the pieces afterwards. She has this odd thing about technology too, don't like the telly or computer when both woudl give her a breather. I sat in the kitchen and she complained that the farmers dog had fucked Spot, the farmers dog is Spots dad. She complained that if the dog was pregnant she wouldn't be able to sell the pups....WTF she expects the pups to be like i don't know, i joked if they had two heads or six legs they might be worth a lot...Out of the window i noticed Farmers dog was vigerosly humping Spot again outside....she ran out shouting....

Went and bought a big clock for the house, fed up being the only one worried about money also a new pillow ...fuck money, why should i be the only one worried...

When i got back they were both absent but came back quiet soon, seems they had went out to Mc D which she know i disapprove of, Son likes the toys but rarely eats much anyway... She seems not to worry about the brain washing there.... it'll be a surprise when i tell her that promising to go out all day with Son..then doing it when i wasn't there, just don't fucking count!