Just in case you missed it, someone won Wimbledon.
I mean, they didn't win the place. The Wombles would go mad, being sold off and privatised. They just won a game of tennis.
I won't tell you who, just in case. But anyway, you probably heard John whooping about it.
So...Friday night. I got to Nicky's, and we drove over to Danny's. I don't know what we thought we'd do. I honestly...no, I just don't know. But I hoped we'd be able to talk. Like adults.
But no, felt like I was ten again, holding Danny while he bit me and tried to knee me in the bollocks and Nicky was crying and...nothing was ever going to change.
Like I said in John's comments, the thing I'm most...well, totally bloody livid about, to be honest, is that in an attempt to 'sweeten' Mum up he's been taking her booze, and cigarettes, I'd guess, but I don't know. And then he pulls these sob stories about not being able to see his kids because he's got no car and his ex won't let him - and it's just...it's all of his own making! But he doesn't accept that. He just thinks he didn't get the advantages we did. Although I've no bloody idea what he thinks they were.
Ah, anyway, thinking about it just makes me angry again. We got good things sorted too. Danny won't be getting the house without our say-so, as well as Mum's. That's probably about it, though.
The police down there will treat Mum's address as a priority. They've offered her a panic alarm and said they can get Danny an ASBO, but only if she wants to follow that route. And, right now, she won't. So...
Anyway, enough. Yesterday we went swimming, which was lovely. Today was allotment and tennis and then the park and ice cream. It was great - and hot! Especially when you're running around after a Sherlock and some dogs :)
I found this. It's rap. Not normally a genre I sample, but this came recommended.