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
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