I bought the family a puppy two weeks ago. He's a beautiful little Cocker Spaniel, called Harley. My missis chose him from a litter for his gentle nature and 'couthie' way he snuggles right into your arm or the crook of your neck. She was right. He's just lovely.
At the same time we learned someone we love dearly has cancer.
And then there's the neighbor who set his garage alight while he was fixing his car and we had to evacuate the house because he had a canister of oxyacetaline gas in there. If it had gone up, my house would have been flattened!
My young boys are now well again, after catching the winter vomiting bug and my wife is close to the edge but still holding up under the strain.
Then there's me. I'm not even going there.
Life. Fuck me. Its a varied mix of shizenhauser at the best of times and plain shit the rest!
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