We've entered Spring apparently although to be honest it feels colder to me than last week but school is officially back after ther half time which to be honest is where Chris really feels he belongs still although obviously you can't just turn up.
Sometimes you used to hear of people who had managed that a few years after they'd left where presumably they still look very similiar but with all the checks and that today really not gonna happen.
There's a whirl in the kitchen at the minute as I've got up, reading a few things, trying to avoid all that War stuff that's on the radio and tv news at the minute and put my clothes in the washer as while boys tended to have a reputation among girls for being "smelly", I don't like being smelly although I don't see anything wrong with getting a bit muck on me playing.
It was Mum's who tended to be all aghast when you came in with mud on socks, legs and hands but then really tnhat was the best reason going ro put us in shorts and t shirts easier to keep us and them clean while keeping us fully occupied, well out of troubles way.
Dad was never so fussied about that, just never ever wake him up prematurely by putting the radio on when there's thunder and lightning and then hearing loud arcing from its loudspeaker.
You'd end up with burning bottom later on for it!
He's an enigma to be honest - why men seem, you know distant with emotions in bag screaming to get out but seldom do - at time riddled with contridictions and conflicted at times too which with things like a birthday around the corner you're kind of reminded of.
Actually most people say I'm more like Mum.
I don't know if he's got anything planned or even a card really, I mean last year he didn't do anything for it which is something Mum always did and he was there.
He never did anything like that on birthday morning although for all my thoughts around spanking I'd of had no issues with that kind, done with love and affection by him.
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