As an exciting guy, a man of mystery, a being of endless talent i did what i always do on a Saturday morning, clean the toilet,why in the name of all that is decent would i write about that you ask, well because even the simplest task can become complicated or is it just me. Childproof caps, and suddenly all the men know where i`m going here, you see men are strong Grrrrr and tough Grrrrr and we can fix stuff Grrrrrr we understand the mystery that is the flat pack, we can park cars without the need for a pontoon to bridge the gap to the curb, we fix stuff rather than hit it with a shoe in

I owe this Blog to my good friend Scaryclairie, for without her encouragement today, I was not quite sure whether to laugh or to cry...She pushed me in the right direction, to turn to our good land of Wikivorce for your support and guidance, so here goes... For those who have been with me along the way, through this maze of complexity and confusion of a divorce that I find myself in, this battle or war, whatever it is that I am embroiled in, because of the 'type' of 'laid back' (not), STBX that I still have the pleasure in dealing with, it should have come as no great surprise, although

my son 14, has turned clumsy in the space of a week, are they all like it? last week he came out of the toilet, carrying the actual toilet seat, `it just fell off mum ??????????`, ok, next night, a loud bang from the hallway, he s sprawled on the floor `mum, think ive broken my leg, and ive hit my head` ??????????? following night he went out, came home about 8pm `mum,can you fix these`??????? massive whole in his brand new pair of shorts, few nights later `mum i`ve split my tea`all over my bed`,???? by tea i mean, curry, bright RED curry, so had to buy him a whole new set of bedding,