2 nd July

Monday, 02 July 2007
8 a.m.
Cloudy and dull start to the day, may brighten up but I doubt it.

I decided to do some revision and spend a couple of hours doing same.
Obviously the course work is boring so deciding today, weather wise is a damp squid, I decided to have a few whiskies and possibly return to bed for a couple of hours.
I had recently seen website regarding old school mates and to be truthful was a little upset.
I’d just finished the last of several whiskies and got a phone call from my mother.
The old man has had a slight heart attack and is in hospital.
I’m fucked, I obviously cannot drive to see him, nor take my mother home.
Fucking typical, I once again am the useless bastard, no good to anyone.

My father?
He sticks religiously to the safe drinking limit, never drinks at home, doesn’t smoke and he keeps active.
I’m sat here having smoked many rollies this morning and devoured nearly half a litre bottle of teachers.

Life’s a bitch and she doesn’t swallow!

There’s me having my last day on the booze and the old man chooses today to have a dicky fit.
Now ,my plan of having a couple of whiskies and returning to bed for the afternoon have been scuppered; how the hell am I supposed to sleep knowing what I know now?
Apparently he’s had his op and is now fitted with a stent.