A ramble.

I remember when i was in the sixth form, hippy days,my school had given up on the hair issue. It then of course became pointless to fly "your freedom flag", so we grew beards instead as a provocation.
That too was ignored.
Pointless exercise.
My Triumph was a bit of a sore point, but as the head's daughter was often the pillion rider, i got away with it.
Not my "girl friend" a very close lesbian friend.

Yes of course.
I hold no ill feeling to her, have never met her.
Or ill feeling to you bleth, i hoped you knew that.
I just rant and expect a backlash.

From other thread, but belongs here.
Boy, my "adopted" son took over the local shop.
His mother was exhausted and thought he could run it.
I was never part of any of that decision.
Well after a few weeks the shop was closed at peak time, 5 pm, as people come home from work.
Also as it happens when i go for a drink.

No problem for me, there is another shop a few steps away which never closes.
A little further a 7/11.
Boy got a roasting from me.
"What the hell were you thinking of?
This is a convenience store and people rely on it.
They can buy cheaper at 7/11 and carry their purchase down the soi, or as they do, buy some things at 7/11 and others at your mother's shop.".

I think mother heard.

And why had he closed?
He went out for a meal.

A thank you to all , you got me through yesterday.
It was no joke, i hit rock bottom, between a stone and a hard place.
Wife had walked out, not surprising.
As i read from mick and ayg i am almost impossible to understand.
Words were thrown and poor wife knows very little English and i know many words with subtle meanings.
Son was out with friends.
I was alone and suicidal.
No joke, no threat, just at an end point.
Took refuge in poetry.
That did not help, only reinforced my desperation.
Only close friend, Boy, was at work, but his mother sat with me and listened to my incoherent ramblings.

Wrote a suicide note and was ready to die.

Then something kicked in, how could i do that to my son.

Fortunately a friend of my son was at the shop i had just left.

"Please call my son, he will not believe me, but you can see the state i am in,".

He did and son came as fast as he could.

I need to relate all this.

It was not a "cry for help", but a genuine situation.
Never considered calling my wife.

Son was calm and took over.
Removed all medication and acted as a father to me.

"The child is father to the man,".

Crashed out, just awoken.

Hugged son and thanked him.

He cool as ever,"no problem" and gave me such a loving look.

^^^
Thanks.
I laugh at myself.
That only reinforces the absurdity of it all.
The frogs (toads) singing.

I know some of my posts may seem random, but are they?
Ten years ago, came home at 4 in the morning.
Wife searched the car and found a packet of condoms in the glove compartment.
Then when i crashed out, searched my phone records.
No fool.
She calls it shattered glass, not original i know.
Poor girl , i had to dump her.
Her mother was furious, had my phone number.
Well, i talk true.