So life changes. No shit Sherlock!'
Moved out of family home of 25 years standing last Friday. Big shock and blow to life. Now residing as a bachelor with number 2 son in the Jewellery Quarter .
Logic was - if you are forced to make a change (which I was) then do it big!!.,
Hmmmmmm early days but city centre can be a lonely place at 56 years old! If you go certain places you are perceived a letch, others won't let you in and some are full of kids younger than mine!!
I know I have got to adapt but at 56 I can't remember what it's like talking to women not attached!
Anyone out there male or female give me a clue as to how to integrate please. I am an upstanding pillar of the communityish done loads but lost.
Anyway. Work dried up as well, so actually not a lot positive to report except the fact my good mates BW and M. Lardon are frolicking on some dinghy in Malta claiming to having drinks with the queen or something like that!
Xmas approaches. I now hate the happiness and joviality of it all I used to love it. No children to spend it with, no grandkids to spoil what is it all about??? Wish I could fuck off to a beach in Cancun or Thailand where my mate Edward lives.
Never mind give it a few years and I will be cutting lawns in FO with my pal the overgraduate then about 2 years later his wife will float us on the AIMS market and I can really retire!!
All the best to anyone who cares to read this, it is genuine and from the heart.
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