Tuesday, 23rd January 2018.
07.15
No better today. I’ll have to wait and see if I get a response from the housing people. It’s a thin thread to hang on to, but it’s the thread I have. I’m just feeling miserable and sorry for myself.
Having work is great but I can’t be bothered to interact. My problems are small and uninteresting apparently. That’s fair though. I don’t really care about their problems.
08.38
We finally had coffee when the coffee shop opened. I’ll bring my own tomorrow. I can’t feel my fingertips. I hate working like this.
12.02
Daily bonus. I just went to Sainsbury’s to buy the tuna for Louis and lunch. I asked for a carrier bag and the lady packed it. When I opened the bag to get my sandwich out I found a 5 pack 30g tobacco pouches.
FREE FAGS!
20.30
Then, there it was. Calm restored. I got a few things organised this evening. A few important forms signed, replacement tools ordered and a few “look forward to” bits off of Geek.
More importantly, I remembered to charge my toothbrush( I’ve been using the reserve.), and I remembered I had three-quarters of a bottle of Patron. How could I forget that? What an arse. It lends to a beautifully, rested sleep. Honest. Look it up. Mexicans aren’t stupid. I sense a good sleep awaiting. As always, only one song is good enough.
Wednesday, 24th January 2018
08.00
I managed to get up 10 minutes earlier today. I made coffee which meant my mood towards my work chums was slightly more acceptable. At least in my eyes. I also dragged my last, existing, skiing thermal out of storage. The core is warm, thus the hands are too. We had another coffee. I’ve still got half a pint in my thermal cup but Cheezypuffs was buying so…..
10.07
Big Gay Jay’s new car is fucked already. A dodgy gearbox. He’s in for £5500 on finance. I heard him ringing up the finance people as he has 14 days to return it. For some reason, he was apologising to them?!? Keep out of it Mark! Don’t get involved. I’m sure he knows what he’s doing…
11.35
I’m not getting bogged down by other people shit. I’ve got enough of my own, right?(even if some of it is down to my childish, selfish outlook). I’m sitting in the back of Big Dave’s fun bus at the moment. Eating my sandwich and watching Paul Weller talk about the albums of his life.
13.04
I wonder if it’s ever going to stop raining? It kinda makes me feel funny, y’know? Kinda sleepy. Like laying in bed with a warm, but damp dog.
14.50
As always. Now I’ve had my 10 minutes of fun, the usual shit occurs.
Ex-wife requests extra days stay for sonny (number 2 son)so her flight will be £100 cheaper when she goes to Morocco for a week. It takes the piss but to be expected. I can live with it.
She then informs me that she has arranged for 13 of Sonny’s old friends to attend a party in a hall I am to pay for whilst she is away, for his birthday. You’ve got to be Fucking kidding! I can barely afford to get him a present, let alone pay for that. Especially when I’d already told him all I could afford was for 6 friends to come to Pizza Hut or somewhere like that.
She then texts and says,” You sound stressed. What’s Really the matter?” – I’m Fucking talking to you, you awful cunt. My teenager has been living in a lounge for 8 months. I got severely in debt last year due to lack of work and all you care about is how you can dump our son on me so you can go to Morocco for a week. Then, have the Fucking audacity to load all the extra shit on me.
Breath, Mark, breath….remember the gin!
The best part is because Louis hates going back to Somerset so stay with her, she’ll never return the favour.
Awful, awful, AWFUL cunt.
18.16
OK. After 2 1/2 hours of phone calls arranging grandparents, friends, Pizza Huts, bowling alleys, shouting, arguing, then organising. We seem to have a plan. He will be dropped off on the Thursday at my parents. He will be collected directly from the flight lands on the Saturday week. He will have six friends plus himself and Louis to Pizza Hut. Hopefully, some play dates will be arranged for the week. I have also arranged for them both to see all grandparents……..
Whether any of this works out is anyone’s Fucking guess but I’ve done my best.
Now. Where’s that Fucking gin?
A fitting song is needed to round this off. I can’t think any more so, default settings.
Read this properly here: https://markperandin.me/2018/01/24/this-little-life-of-mine-free-fags-piss-takers/