I went to see my kids this evening, bearing in mind that my youngest has blown me out next week to go to New York with his mother and his step dad. I don’t know what wrong with a week in the Fen’ s playing golf, drinking beer and listening to his old man farting and going on about bikes, but he seems to think an all expense trip to the big apple with chopper ride round Mannhatten and the statue of liberty is more interesting. And the older one plugging me for more stuff he doest need for his new house that the step dad has brought him. I still enjoyed their company and felt pride in what they have become and missed them the very moment I drove away. The long drive back to the Fen’s is always a lonely time of reflection followed by Pink Floyd played at full volume to take my mind off what might have been if I hadn’t been so stupid, or more the point told her how stupid I had been. Don’t get me wrong I love L to death and wouldn’t want to change that I just miss living with me kids. On that note, the wine must be hitting the spot and I have an early train to London in the morning.