My father and I have never had any sort of relationship, mainly due to him beating fuck out of me until I was physically able to stop him, so it came as no surprise. Don't sweat it, I don't and won't. I just feel for my poor old mum who has to carry the guilt of not removing me from the situation (I don't carry any animosity towards her for this and have made it clear to her) and suffer the verbal tirade from my father, which inevitably follows his losing of the plot.
The rest of my brothers and sisters are pretty upset by what my father said and did. They have now rallied around me with generous offers of support. I am heading to Sydney in the morning to stay with my favourite sister in Newtown. She has not long ago gone through A similiar thing, and I was always there for her, so she is returning the favour.

We can bemiserable together
I am still feeling upbeat despite yesterdays little incident, the only downside really to all this is the time I will miss with my daughter and grandson. I was really enjoying just being there. Just spending time with him, allowing him to see enough of me that it doesn't take him half a day to remember who I am

Plus chasing him on all fours up and down the hallway was huge fun. I dunno who was giggling more, me or Alexander!!

He's a pretty awesome little boy, with a relaxed and happy nature. I have seen him have one wing, but that was just due to him being not allowed to go into the Kitchen. (It's off limits to under 4's in Nannas house where they live)
Now, there is on favour I might ask. Would anyone have room in there backyard for my trailer?

"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me" Hunter S. Thompson.
There are really only two questions in life. 1.Which way do i go? 2.What is the lap record?