I’ve read this book and I reckon it’s long overdue for another sequel:-
The country it would seem is rife with child abusers and paedophile rings who think they’re above the law and teenagers who get let off with community service for raping 4 year olds they are babysitting for. Oh it’s ok pal, it’s society’s fault for letting you see too much pornography – it was just your hormones kicking in. Understandable mate. Have a Hi-Vis vest and go and sweep up at a daycare centre or something. Treat yourself!
FFS! Society is going to hell in a frigging handcart my friends.
I’ve had yet another bedtime routine gone to the bloody dogs because one of my offspring has to spoil it. I’ve got cross (which, incidentally, was a very rare occurrence before I got married and had children – and I think I can say the same for Bman there too). I usually go back in their room and we talk it through after one of these blow ups but tonight I thought “Fuck it!” I am sick to death of repeating myself. They can bloody well lay there and reflect. They won’t of course. They’ll fall asleep eventually and it will all happen again tomorrow. I’m not ready for this teenageness yet, they’re only 7 and 9. I didn’t think I’d have this level of mardiness for another few years yet. But who am I kidding. They’re mine… Bejeeus!
I seem to be in a constant state of irrational irritation with everyone and everything these days. Either that or weeping into my pillow at night, convinced the world and his dog don’t like me and that I’d be better off dead for everyone’s sake. (Don’t send the Samaritans round please. No need to hide the sharp knives and paracetamol, I just sometimes think that an unfortunate accident or swift but terminal illness would be in everyone’s best interests)…. and then it passes, and I watch TV in bed or read my book and all is well once again…. until next time.
Right. Rant over. I’m going to have a bloody Strongbow and watch ‘The Inbetweeners’ movie at 9pm.