Monthly Archives: September 2015

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No Cliffhangers.”

Soooo, for the last three months, I’ve had my brother-in-law to stay!  He came to recover from the utter cock up of his life so far and being the wonderful person I am, didn’t say no to him staying with us!!

I suppose he’s not that bad, don’t get me wrong, he’s a total dickwad, but he has his good points!  I just fail to see many of them…  Since he arrived, he has helped himself to the kids treats, nicked two bottles of expensive booze, constantly used up all the bread (when he knows I have to make pack lunches in the morning), leaves a massive mess in the kitchen, never washed a dish, starts to cook things on hob, then walks off to do something else (I have two young kids in house) knifes right at edge of the counters, used his brother as a free taxi ride, several times he staggered in pished as a fart, while my children were in the house!  Started a fight with his brother, starts yelling at either himself or someone on the phone in the middle of the night (I actually lost it with him couple nights ago, he was threatened with the shed and my foot in his face), invited himself along to a personal family dinner on my birthday… ( I did not want him there, my birthday!!)

Made constant digs to me about going to work and exercise!  (Not that I need to explain myself, but I haven’t worked since I was pregnant with my son, eight years ago!  My partner made enough that we could afford for me to stay at home with our children, which was what we both wanted.  Now my daughter has started school, I’m looking for work again, but it’s bloody hard when you’ve been out the game for so long!  My skill set is obsolete and when you add in my Aspergers, it makes things a little more complicated! This is not an excuse, I am searching & applying for jobs constantly!  I just don’t need Mr Fuck-Up judging me for sitting down to have a coffee and play a game at lunchtime, after being up since 6am and doing the school run and housework!).

I actually fucking hate him, I really do!  I hate hating people, but he’s a douche canoe…  I’ve been avoiding going home after dropping the kids at school, just so I don’t have to speak to him.  He has absolutely no respect or consideration for anyone!  He never apologises for anything, even when he knows he’s been a dick!  He can’t close a fucking door, though I think that may be a family trait, both his brother and my son have the same problem!!  Like today, I come home, front door is locked as both dickwad and my guy had gone out,  but I discover the backdoor has been left wide open!  Sure come on in, we won’t mind if you nick our stuff!!!

Despite all this though, the prick is a great, if rather annoying uncle!  Kids love him to bits, even when ranting about his being a pain and stealing all their food, plus commandeering the iPad and Xbox so they can’t get on them!

They were sad to see him leave this afternoon, though admitted to me quietly afterwards that they were also quite happy about him going!

Yes, that’s right… He’s gone, on a plane, fucked right off out of my range of concern! Well, for another three months, then he said he’d be back…. But I may have rented out our spare room by then!  For now though, my house is my own again.  I am comfortable, happy and relaxed, because for the next few months I’ll sleep well knowing everything is awesome and all was well with the world.


In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Monochromatic.”


I love this picture, I took it in our local aquarium.  It’s a small sea life centre at Loch Lomond Shores and I’ve been going since we moved out this way over seven years ago!  My son had just turned one and we would go in and sit under the big glass wall where the trout were kept!  The light and shadows, the movement of the fish would help him fall asleep and I would head up to the cafe for a hot chocolate and an amazing view to chill for a while!  Of course going almost everyday would be uber extortionate, so I would get the yearly pass!

Once he started nursery he got his own pass too and we’d head up once he got out!  I was pretty pregnant at this point, so the bus rides were a joy!  Then once his sister was born, we’d head up and he could play in the cafe soft play, while I got got some essential coffee and she would sleep!

She has grown to love going there as much as we do..  Once Darwyn started school and she was in nursery, we would jump on the bus soon as she got out and head up for lunch, a play and to see the fishes!

Now Rowan has started school and we are only able to go up at weekends now, but we still love it and try to get through as we can!  It’s such a great part of their early childhood and played an important role in their introduction to learning… They both learnt to count with the fishes, memorising facts about the different species and the ability to keep spending within a budget  and the meaning of the word NO (the gift shop was conveniently on the way out!)

I only hope we can still have a few more years before we hit the mums not cool to hang with stage…