Another letter from a solicitor arrived today. Another bill that hasn't been paid for months, and now we can't afford to pay it. I'm going to have to call them in the morning and make an offering.
At least it's my weekend this time. My son G is staying with me.
The worst part is that Mary couldn't even bring him here; she had to stay home to wait for someone to install a phone line! She had the boyfriend collect him from school, go into town for an hour and then drop him off at home 90 minutes before I could get home.
But at least I get to see him. He spent most of the evening on the computer. Surfing the net, IM chatting with his friends, and translating random text into foreign languages and back again. What an imagination.
I came upstairs shortly after 9 to remind him that it was nearly bed time. "Okay," he said. Ten minutes later, he came downstairs to take his medication, gave me a cursory hug (which I turned into a real one), and he went upstairs to bed. At the next ad break I went upstairs and he was snoring ever so gently, just like his mother does.
Kids are beautiful, aren't they?
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