Friday, 2 January 2009

Poor Matt

Well, I knew I had to do the right thing, so I gave Matt a quick call just then, to see how he's getting along. Just a friendly social call, no agendas.

He's basically sitting on Manly beach drinking vodka heavily. "I cracked" he said. "I won't be around for another month."

I didn't push it. I kept it light, happy, pleasant. It was only for about 90 seconds anyways.

He's obviously not coped with the decisions he's made, and basically run away. Poor bugger.

I really feel sorry for him - but there is nothing I can do about it.

You can't help someone when they don't want to be helped.

I might see if I'm able to go for a drive, and get out and about in this glorious sunshine right now instead of sitting here trying to be 'domestic'... hopefully the after-affects of these painkillers have worn off enough so I won't end-up somewhere and come over all dizzy or something? Oh, I should be right.

Now, if only my boys were home today!

The washing and dishes can wait a few more hours, right?
Peas be with ewe
Mal :)

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  1. I hope he's going to be alright Mal. Sounds like he has a lot of problems poor bugger.
    Getting out will do you the world of good I reckon. Hope you did and you enjoyed it.

  2. I don't know how this season affects you Mal, but it has nearly bought me undone... My kids are much much older than yours, but when you said "if only my boys were home today" it bought a tear to my eye. When you are with those you love, all things are possible.