Memories and lounging pants

I'm just sitting here having a coffee. The house is silent and I'm on my own for once. Jason has just left. I remember the days when I didn't have a minute to myself ,when the kids were younger and having to watch them like a hawk, trying to keep them away from drink, drugs … Continue reading Memories and lounging pants

Weeble

I was just dozing of when the doorbell rang. Fuckin’ Jimmy went out without his key again and of course everyone else was conveniently be asleep so I had to get up…again, to let him in. I found him wobbling on the front step like a bleedin’ weeble Have you no key? I forgot it … Continue reading Weeble