Sunday, 19 June 2011
All this dispute the fact that the wife dragged me round some God forsaken car boot sale for what seemed like hours in search of some sort of wondrous potty for the boy. A potty that proved elusive.
Tonight before he went to bed Jack again wished me a happy fathers day and gave me a kiss good night. It's odd that after years searching for this and that, I find myself given total contentment from a few words and a cuddle. It's been a great fathers day and being a father is great.
Posted by Dobbo at 10:36 pm
Sunday, 12 June 2011
The problem started a little over a week ago when I picked up some sort of bug. I suspect it was a chest infection of sorts and for sure it was and for that matter still is, a bastard. Of course Mrs D has given me a hard time about my constant moaning, but for the sake of fuck, enough is enough.
The trouble is, like a lot of men, I have the idea that if I tell you I'm ill enough times I'll feel better. Truth is often I do. And even if I don't, at least I have something to keep me occupied until my illness has passed. Well not this time, not this fucking time in any way.
This time dispute all the pissing and moaning in the world, I'm still ill, still ill I say. And with very little sign of feeling better. Even to the point that I can't sleep because of the relentless coughing. This upsets me so, it really does. I had it the night before last and woke Mrs D up to tell her, she seemed upset with this so tonight I'm telling you. Tomorrow (Sunday) I have to drive to London at 8am, sit in committee meetings all day and don't expect to be home until around ten that night. Bugger!!!!
Posted by Dobbo at 3:16 am
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
I find myself sat in front of the telly tonight watching the planet of the apes film that came out a few years ago, drifting back in my mind to those Friday nights in the last few months of 74 and thinking how careful I need to be not to miss the wonderful things in life.
The one and only memory I have of sleep walking happened on one such Friday night. We were staying at friends and I had been sent to bed most disgruntled about not being able to stay up and watch the telly, the black and white telly. I don't remember walking anywhere, I just remember waking up in my Mums arms, safe, warm and happy. Turns out that night was to be one of the enduring and till now everlasting memories of my Mum.
Now all these years latter I get to see this sort of thing unfold in Jacks life. The building of memories and feelings that could well last for years and years to come. My part in all this? well I'm convinced my part is to make dam sure I don't miss these most wonderful things, the wonderful things in life.
Posted by Dobbo at 9:31 pm