life

Just me talking, telling stories of people i know or have known and the story of My friends death... not as depressing as it sounds!

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Location: cornwall, United Kingdom

married one son (7)

Saturday, August 11, 2007

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.

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