Random Thoughts

The bloody R-A- bloody F are flying low over our house again. Do-gooding bastards. Supposedly our Armed Forces are over-stretched and we can barely supply our troops with ammunition. We’re still in Afghanistan, we’re ‘liberating’ Iraq for the next two hundred years, and we’ve got bases all over Europe and Africa; so why the Hell are fly-boys jollying it up in the Norfolk skies while I’m trying to relax in my garden? Why don’t they piss off to Basra and bomb a few schools to oblivion? I pay my taxes to pay their wages so they can ruin my afternoons by shattering the sound barrier over my house. Hardly a fair exchange, is it?

Mother is no longer with us. Not dead, just incarcerated. She broke the terms of her ‘house arrest’ by walking three miles to the all-night off-licence for some gin. Then she spat at the policeman who stopped her on the way home. Then she pissed herself in the cop car. Triple whammy. Three strikes and she’s in. I find it hard to talk about at the moment. Partly because our homelife has been turned on its head, and partly because its so bloody nice without her around.. Life is very different without The Incredible Alcoholic Hulk lurking and sweating in every corner of the building. A calming cloud of serenity has descended upon our household. I feel elated, but very guilty.

RC 8-7-08
1425 BST