Father and Son

Yesterday was expected to be one of the hardest days of my life, the day the mother of my child left and took my son with her.

Don't panic, he'll be back Friday. She, however, wont.

My father, concerned that I will degrade into a tramp eating cold baked beans out of the tin, is coming down for a couple of days of drunken debauchery. The beer is in the fridge, the cats are locked out, and I have to clean the house. I'll be back tomorrow, probably with a hell of a hangover.