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Do you recall me telling you earlier how it seems that with each year that passes time goes by quicker and quicker? well that statement is indeed true and as I sit here in my 42nd year in wonder how that amount of time has gone by already along with the wonder of seeing all of my four children now careering into adulthood themselves it could not be more of a straight up statement. But those 36 hours I spent waiting for my Mum & Dad to get home from their weekend away felt like another lifetime in passing on top of what I have already had so far.

My soon to be Wife kept asking what I was going to do and how I was going to do it, as if I had any idea myself at that point. Nope I was just going to wing it but hopefully in a calm manner after all shouting was not going to get me anywhere here.
They were due back in the late afternoon but they only lived down the road so I could literally keep an eye out for their car as they got home. My brothers and sisters were only young though and as the day wore on I knew that I would wait until later in the evening before heading down to their house for the chat that I was dreading. That sick to my stomach feeling had come back because I had no idea on how we were all going to react once we started to talk but I could not have that talk in front of my siblings because they were far too young to understand at that point.

The afternoon light faded with no-one back yet but as the darkness fell I saw their car pull up. I might be giving the impression here that I was stood around for most of the afternoon at home just pacing too and fro from the window in my house winding myself up not in anger but in dread for what was to come and that is indeed exactly what was happening.
The wife to be once again asked around 7:30pm if I was going to head down there to which I replied,
“Give it another half an hour until Eastenders finishes, Mum will be watching that then putting the kids to bed so we can talk freely”

It seemed like a good enough plan to me so I took myself away from my window post that I had been guarding all day and wandered into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. 30 seconds later there was a knock at the door and my Dad was standing with a big grin on his face asking if I wanted to
“Nip down to the pub for a quick pint?”

Judging by the look on his face along with his body language he had no idea at this point of what had happened over the weekend. My son had not yet settled down for the night so was still playing in the living room of our small two up two down and all of my thousand time pre rehearsed conversations of how the evening was going to play out initially were thrown completely out of the window.
So what else could a young chap do? I followed him down to the pub wondering what the hell to do next, I wanted to speak to both of them at the same time but that idea it would seem had gone straight out of the window…


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