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I must have done something bad

As I said yesterday, this morning actually but hey what’s time between friends? Another post to make up for ignoring all of you wonderful people for the last few weeks. I don’t mean to take up too much of your precious and valuable time so I will keep this post brief and to the point.

They say that everything happens for a reason, people come into your life because you need them, for one reason or another, and once they have served their purpose they will leave again. I mentioned on here that I had had no contact with a close friend for over a year (it’s now over 4 years) and I was worrying about him since the last time I saw him he was due to go into hospital for an operation and would probably end up in a care home if anything went wrong. I still haven’t heard back from him, however, I did find out a few months ago that his email is still active (I received a delivered report from the last email I sent).

Because of this I can only assume he is no longer interested in maintaining our friendship, or is unable to. This is another blow to an already fragile egg-shell like ego. You see I have two children from two different mothers and neither of them can be bothered to stay in touch for whatever reason. I understand my daughter is still mad at me for my actions in 1997, when I had less than 3 hours to find somewhere to live or survive on the streets. Because of this I headed North to Sunderland to live with my, then, wife’s dad. Since this was arranged in a hurry I was given the task of collecting her son from school while she packed things up we needed. I went to school then down to the pub where Sara spent some time with my ex-wife but neither of them were there.

I called in to the dole office to pick up a giro which I cashed before heading back up to my mother-in-laws to grab our stuff and head back into Basingstoke to catch the National Express into London in order to get the overnight bus to Sunderland. This upset my daughter immensely and she has never forgiven me for not seeing her and giving her the opportunity to come here with me.

My son used to come and see me every week while he was living with a foster mum in Longbenton but after he moved out of there aged 16, it started getting longer between visits. Then they stopped completely 3 years ago. Since then I get one or two texts a year usually on his birthday and New Years.

Have I really been that terrible a person to force both my children out of my life? Or could it be that they no longer need me in their lives and they are happier without me?

Carpe Diem

A short(ish) post today since it is almost 2a.m. here in Newcastle. I have been amiss over recent weeks due to having a lot to ponder (I have officially retired but need a job to make ends meet) no one is hiring old fogeys like me, however, the companies who do tend to hire retirees are worried about the effects of Brexit on their businesses so are not taking anyone on at the moment.

There are people out there in the UK who look on their peers as the only truly intelligent people living in the UK (the likes of Johnson Sr (and presumably, also) Jr.) If he was wanting to be elected (for the first time by the masses) he is going about it the wrong way. He is lying (and being found out quickly) blaming single mothers for the teenage gangs roaming our cities and towns, when he is refusing to pay the mothers of his children anything at all to bring them up with no input from him.

Of course when all else fails he is blaming the poor immigrant who came here to work, pays taxes and National Insurance so is paying into the British economy. I think the great British public have had enough of the Etonian “Born to rule” BS so he will have his ass handed to him on a platter come December 12, 2019. When ex-Cabinet ministers are advising people to vote for anyone except their own party it is pretty clear he is doing something wrong.

Anyway, enough ranting for one day, I may come back on later today to brighten this blog up by writing a happier post, keep your eyes peeled and wait without holding your breath because I still don’t know what the day has in store yet.