Month: June 2009

Well, right now it is, nice weather but, as of Monday, it aint meant to be again and that’s just a bummer to be honest!

Our James has been sending text messages again. I am not going write here what he said in them but I do find it all really sad.

Thing is, he has hit the bottom and just splashing around and telling himself it is all OK is not going to get him out of it. Indeed, if he follows his current path, the most likely outcome is that the bucket is likely to hit him on the head!

When stuck down a well and with no clue what to do, it is nearly always a good idea to ask for help from someone who has a rope. At the moment he is using a combination of a pair of wellington boots and social services wading in with a shovel and a spoon. Both tools really useful in their own right but rather useless when trapped in a well!

He could ask me for help, I know what he has to do to climb up. He could try his mum, or Sean but he’s not doing that, he’s just splashing around chatting to the rats expecting them to help him.

You see what I mean about how sad it is?

Daisy, on the other hand, is moving on. She’s rekindled loads of old friendships, been spending time with friends and generally having a relaxing time with little to no stress for what has seemed a terribly long time. She is really looking forward to the baby and college.

Not long to our civil partnership, we are still giggling during practise sessions … it’ll be alright, on the night. … shame the night will be too flippin late!

Zoey bought some skinnies yesterday and looks really great in them.

OK, out of gossip now

Well, right now it is, nice weather but, as of Monday, it aint meant to be again and that’s just a bummer to be honest!

Our James has been sending text messages again. I am not going write here what he said in them but I do find it all really sad.

Thing is, he has hit the bottom and just splashing around and telling himself it is all OK is not going to get him out of it. Indeed, if he follows his current path, the most likely outcome is that the bucket is likely to hit him on the head!

When stuck down a well and with no clue what to do, it is nearly always a good idea to ask for help from someone who has a rope. At the moment he is using a combination of a pair of wellington boots and social services wading in with a shovel and a spoon. Both tools really useful in their own right but rather useless when trapped in a well!

He could ask me for help, I know what he has to do to climb up. He could try his mum, or Sean but he’s not doing that, he’s just splashing around chatting to the rats expecting them to help him.

You see what I mean about how sad it is?

Daisy, on the other hand, is moving on. She’s rekindled loads of old friendships, been spending time with friends and generally having a relaxing time with little to no stress for what has seemed a terribly long time. She is really looking forward to the baby and college.

Not long to our civil partnership, we are still giggling during practise sessions … it’ll be alright, on the night. … shame the night will be too flippin late!

Zoey bought some skinnies yesterday and looks really great in them.

OK, out of gossip now

You know the other day how I was saying James was doing himself no favours with Daisy? Well, I could see Daisy always being upset and that is clearly no way to have a pregnancy so I asked her what she wanted to do. She asked me if I could talk to James, get him to see sense, agree to a few things so they stood a chance of getting back together again. Daisy wrote out what she wanted to say and I typed it up for her. James was contacted and told what Daisy wanted to do. At first he refused to deal with me claiming it was just between them but Daisy insisted.

I sent James some texts saying how it needed to be on Tuesday, incidentally, today. On Monday afternoon he sent me a text asking me to tell him what time. Off the top of my head I said 10:00. He wrote back and said he can’t make that, he has an appointment. I replied that it was rather silly asking me what time if he wasn’t going to agree to the time I chose … he replied that he doesn’t have to jump just because I say so!

Clearly that was a bit of a dumb reply seeing as any half sensible person would have simply started off the text messages with … I am free after (whatever), what time after that do you want to meet?

I called him, I lose patience with text messages after a while. I explained he had been a little silly sending out a reply like that but he didn’t get it. I asked how long his appointment was for, he said 2 hours and it started at 09:30 which obviously ruled out the morning .. he then said how he had some decorating he wanted to for his best mate and couldn’t really think of a suitable time .. I said I’d get back to him.

Daisy was sitting there in the back of the car whilst this conversation was happening and was totally pissed off that James would even consider decorating as a possible hinderer to a conversation about their future, it was not like he actually needed to do it and, from memory, he has used the same decorating story so many times now the place must be immaculate. She said she’d finally had enough. If their future together was so insignificant that he’d rather make excuses than talk about it then they obviously had no future together and sent that in a message to James. He telephoned, did his normal statement of … “For fucks sake Daisy, I am making an effort” To which Daisy replied, she had seen no evidence of that, it was just him once again saying he was making an effort but not meaning it. He then said she was a “Dickhead” and she could fuck off to her perfect dickhead family and hung up on her. That was followed by a text to my phone saying how I was a dickhead, he hated me and I was a prik … no, he can’t spell either.

So, that appears to be that. Not even Daisy is likely to be able to tolerate that sort of language and attitude.

Daisy is very lucky though, she has some amazing friends. She will do OK with her and the baby and, hopefully, some day she will get with some guy who will deserve her and be as amazing as she is, maybe she already knows him … I don’t know and it wouldn’t be my place to be telling anyone here even if I did know … which I don’t. (Did I mention I don’t know?)

Daisy is off on holiday June 22 with Matt and Anne, I think they could all do with the break to be honest.

Moved rooms around again slightly so that now the sofa bed is in the other lounge, the one which Daisy uses. That way, when we have guests they don’t have to feel bad about wanting to sleep whilst we need to use the office.

Acronym … in case you were wondering about the message title.

Back to James, he was apparently being very smug the other day about how Rachel, his friend in social services, said how funny it was that Daisy and just about everyone else think he should get supervised access to the baby when it is born. My advice to James would be, find out just where you stand legally before you get so smug, supervised access is way more than the law says an unmarried father is entitled to. Were it me, in his position, with his record, I’d be taking that supervised access and embracing it as the alternative is no access at all and there don’t need to be any court order for demanding supervised access as, quite frankly, he has no legal right to see the child anyway, end of.

He can go to court over it but then, the judge is going to ask for proof of his committment to the child both emotionally and financially … I really don’t think James is going to make any effort at all to financially support this child so it is a bit of a no brainer to even waste the time of the good judge.

You know what though, I’d love to be proven wrong! How amazing would it be if James finally realised just how badly HE has screwed up and do something about it instead of replying on social services to solve all his problems? We shall see. I imagine he’s going to get his Rachel to sort it for him. She’s going to try the intimidation method of, let him see the child, he has rights or maybe we need to check if the child is well cared for where it is etc … as long as Daisy ignores all that crap, there is sod all she can do, the law is, as they say, the law.

You know the other day how I was saying James was doing himself no favours with Daisy? Well, I could see Daisy always being upset and that is clearly no way to have a pregnancy so I asked her what she wanted to do. She asked me if I could talk to James, get him to see sense, agree to a few things so they stood a chance of getting back together again. Daisy wrote out what she wanted to say and I typed it up for her. James was contacted and told what Daisy wanted to do. At first he refused to deal with me claiming it was just between them but Daisy insisted.

I sent James some texts saying how it needed to be on Tuesday, incidentally, today. On Monday afternoon he sent me a text asking me to tell him what time. Off the top of my head I said 10:00. He wrote back and said he can’t make that, he has an appointment. I replied that it was rather silly asking me what time if he wasn’t going to agree to the time I chose … he replied that he doesn’t have to jump just because I say so!

Clearly that was a bit of a dumb reply seeing as any half sensible person would have simply started off the text messages with … I am free after (whatever), what time after that do you want to meet?

I called him, I lose patience with text messages after a while. I explained he had been a little silly sending out a reply like that but he didn’t get it. I asked how long his appointment was for, he said 2 hours and it started at 09:30 which obviously ruled out the morning .. he then said how he had some decorating he wanted to for his best mate and couldn’t really think of a suitable time .. I said I’d get back to him.

Daisy was sitting there in the back of the car whilst this conversation was happening and was totally pissed off that James would even consider decorating as a possible hinderer to a conversation about their future, it was not like he actually needed to do it and, from memory, he has used the same decorating story so many times now the place must be immaculate. She said she’d finally had enough. If their future together was so insignificant that he’d rather make excuses than talk about it then they obviously had no future together and sent that in a message to James. He telephoned, did his normal statement of … “For fucks sake Daisy, I am making an effort” To which Daisy replied, she had seen no evidence of that, it was just him once again saying he was making an effort but not meaning it. He then said she was a “Dickhead” and she could fuck off to her perfect dickhead family and hung up on her. That was followed by a text to my phone saying how I was a dickhead, he hated me and I was a prik … no, he can’t spell either.

So, that appears to be that. Not even Daisy is likely to be able to tolerate that sort of language and attitude.

Daisy is very lucky though, she has some amazing friends. She will do OK with her and the baby and, hopefully, some day she will get with some guy who will deserve her and be as amazing as she is, maybe she already knows him … I don’t know and it wouldn’t be my place to be telling anyone here even if I did know … which I don’t. (Did I mention I don’t know?)

Daisy is off on holiday June 22 with Matt and Anne, I think they could all do with the break to be honest.

Moved rooms around again slightly so that now the sofa bed is in the other lounge, the one which Daisy uses. That way, when we have guests they don’t have to feel bad about wanting to sleep whilst we need to use the office.

Acronym … in case you were wondering about the message title.

Back to James, he was apparently being very smug the other day about how Rachel, his friend in social services, said how funny it was that Daisy and just about everyone else think he should get supervised access to the baby when it is born. My advice to James would be, find out just where you stand legally before you get so smug, supervised access is way more than the law says an unmarried father is entitled to. Were it me, in his position, with his record, I’d be taking that supervised access and embracing it as the alternative is no access at all and there don’t need to be any court order for demanding supervised access as, quite frankly, he has no legal right to see the child anyway, end of.

He can go to court over it but then, the judge is going to ask for proof of his committment to the child both emotionally and financially … I really don’t think James is going to make any effort at all to financially support this child so it is a bit of a no brainer to even waste the time of the good judge.

You know what though, I’d love to be proven wrong! How amazing would it be if James finally realised just how badly HE has screwed up and do something about it instead of replying on social services to solve all his problems? We shall see. I imagine he’s going to get his Rachel to sort it for him. She’s going to try the intimidation method of, let him see the child, he has rights or maybe we need to check if the child is well cared for where it is etc … as long as Daisy ignores all that crap, there is sod all she can do, the law is, as they say, the law.