on needing quiet
You know how sometimes you just want a bit of quiet time? Maybe you don’t feel much like talking and you just want a bit of time to yourself to think and read and just generally be alone. And then everyone constantly keeps on at you about being moody and have they upset you and why aren’t you talking to them.
Bloody annoying, isn’t it?
for my dad
I know it’s your birthday, but I haven’t got you a card or a present as I think that would be pointless given that you’ve not spoken to me for almost a year now (plus I’d probably have a similar problem as Teesee in finding something even vaguely appropriate). I hope you enjoyed your birthday party; you didn’t invite me and D but that’s okay. I don’t think we’d have wanted to be there anyway, all things considered.
You’re 65 years old now, isn’t it about time you grew up? I know you had a shitty childhood because your mum died when you were only small. It must have hurt you more than anyone could understand. I get that. But do you really think it’s normal to carry that chip on your shoulder for over 60 years? To take your frustration and anger out on everyone around you? I’m appalled that you’ve been telling anyone who will listen (normally the poor milkman, he must dread going to the house) that you hate your children and we ruined your life. If I was in your shoes I’d move heaven and earth to make sure my kids had an amazing childhood so that they didn’t go through all the pain and misery that I did. Instead, your aggression and hatred has now brought me to the point where spending two minutes in the same room as you actually makes me feel physically sick.
Is that what you wanted? For me to be scared of you? Congratulations you nasty old git, you got your wish. Happy birthday.
on a new property of interest
The estate agent emailed me details of this property that’s new on the market today. Isn’t it lovely? I particularly like the boarded-up windows; very crack house chic.
