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Well, what did I say? I said I was expecting things to get stupid - and they did.
When I dropped Rhiannon off, I asked to see Chandler and Bimbo reluctantly agreed. He was peppered in chicken pox scabs - poor lamb. Still, he was pleased to see me, so that was good.
As I got up to leave, I said to the kids that I would see them on Friday, to which Bimbo replied that she wanted to drop the midweek evenings as the kids were tired and irritable the next day. I replied that I already had (dropped every Wednesday) and that was why we had gone for the Friday. She wouldnt have it and threw in my face that there was no contact/consent order and I was lucky to have what I did! Instead of arguing, I got up, said bye to the kids and Pete and walked out. Pete just sat there and didnt say a thing! Some mate, eh.
Spoke to Shell (who was at her grans) on the phone and sat in my car, trying to keep a curb on my tears. How can she do this to me? Does she get some kind of perverse pleasure out of hurting me? This stems back to the school thing and me putting my foot down, so she is trying to get me back for that. Well - tough luck lady - I'm not being walked over again.
She left a message on my ansa-phone later, saying that Pete had told her she was being too harsh (so he did come through. Cheers) and could I call her and talk about what we could do about the Fridays - maybe make it earlier. For gods sake - I leave work at 1615 as it is on Friday to get back for 1700. The 2 prior trains are at 1530 and 1600 which, although doable, mean I would lose a lot of working time on the Friday.
Well, I'll get something sorted out. I just hope she doesnt go completely bonkers about it all this time. We were thinking of asking them about swappng weekends, so that I could spend more time with Shell - but I may have to use a back door route to get that :)
Picked Shell up last night and headed into town to meet her dad - Russell. He told us he was in Route 66, but he wasnt there when we got there. Shell called him and he was actually in Junction 21 (a pub that used to be called the "Roaring Forties"). His excuse, as he was bollocksed, was that it was road related with a number in. As an after thought, it was also an excuse to make sure Shell hadnt told anyone where he was, in case they found him!
We ended up in Cheers for a few hours and headed home around 11pm after stopping off at Deniz' for some grub. Hmm - chicken...
Shell has been my rock recently, whenever I have had any problems about the kids - and well, generally everything really. She may be younger than me, but she has bucket loads of common sense (which I lack), which put us on a par really. I know she reads here sometimes, so Thanks Shell - I love you.
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