Frood Dude!

I had a text message from Cousin Adam at 3.25am telling me he had just been released from the local A&E after a head on car crash.
Those of you who know and know of Adam, my reaction was exactly the same as yours.
Oh Fuck! What has he done this time?
Amazingly, it wasn’t his fault.
The other driver was drunk and he died.
He is so very, very down and I am frightened for him but can’t have him here.
As much as I want to.
I’ve tried before but his ‘light fingered’ ways are not fair on the Housemates.

This afternoon Sassy and I went adventuring along Rue Albert.
Both of us were disturbed by the receptionist in ‘The Cat Clinic’ calling Sassy ‘My Dear’.
It would have been fine if she weren’t a South African with a serious case of Herpes Simplex!
We did discover that a Polish eatery has opened up!
Mmmmm, Pirogi’s. Yummers!
We thought a coffee in the Café ‘Distress’ would be a good plan.
You know? Just a coffee.
Two Cappuccinos, two espressos, two lemon vodkas and ‘several+’ beers later we wandered home for some Chablis.
The Tame Pharmacist joined us.

We discussed family and have decided that all our siblings need to sort themselves out.
There has got to come some point, as an adult, that you stop blaming parents/upbringing for your shit.
There has to be some point where you stop saying,
“Oh I get that from Mum/Dad… I take after….. It‘s because this happened…”, and just accept that actually that IS you.
You are an arsehole all on your own, without the benefit of DNA, nature or nurture.
You’ll be surprised how liberating that is.