So work was OK this week, been busy and I feel like we might be about to make some progress on some stuff that has been pissing me off for a while which is good.

I had the children on the normal nights, and it was great as usual, but this week was another one of those weeks where some thing happened that made me think of how much my life has changed.

It was school open night, the night were you go in and look around the school at the children's work,  its open from 4 - 7, and I head in on my way home from work, so I get there about 6 ish.  As I wander around I bump into other parents, who have

Just a letter to my daughter

 To: Amelia Grace
It's really hard to believe that now it has been fifteen years nearly. And for you these past few years have been nothing but constant uncertainty. So now I hope to redress the balance a little bit. By hopefully telling you that there are some certainties in life that perhaps I should have been better at making you aware of. For instance the fact that I am irrationally proud of your strong individuality, your stubborn determination, (straight from your mother). I envy your many friendships and social life, mainly because it reminds me so much of

Today, God came back from his hols for a while!!

Son had his 2nd op today. Everything went well. He recovered from the anaesthetic quickly, and had little pain in comparison to Sunday.

It's now 10.10pm, and he is back home!!!

I would have liked a little warning, but hey-ho I shouldn't moan.  Have rung my boss and said I will go in at lunchtime, as I have a clinic booked in. Sons gf will come round to play nurse!!!

The dilemna is if scumbag wants to see son. I really do not want him in my space. I don't go near where he lives, and I don't want him here. Then again, I don't want son to feel he has