Monday 30 May 2011

Bank Holiday

It appears that no matter what I say in a family dispute I am always the subsequent target for reprisals. Even if I have no original input or even if I move to another room to escape the tirade of bullshit, nonsense and abuse the incessant diatribe follows.

Apart from the fantastically deluded soliloquy from a wonderfully ignorant child the day was reasonably pleasant. Oh, my back is suffering following an almost text book special forces accident last night. When I say a special forces incident I do of course mean that I twisted a muscle erecting a camp bed.

More later.

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