Now then, those visitors already familiar with some of
other articles on site will know that, yes, I found love last year, but it involved me taking on role as step dad. I wasn't really up for that, to be honest. It can be best summed up as: I fell in love but at a cost. I was a bachelor boy and I don't mean in way that Sir Cliff ruddy Richard is. No, that's just unnatural and deeply disturbing bachelorhood (!) I mean, I was one of boys down bar, shooting pool and giving my liver a nervous breakdown.
But, there we are, I was in love so a young boy and girl became my step-kids. To be honest, I'm young at heart. It's an advantage. (I think pickling of my liver weirdly also preserved my mind in a suspended perpetual youthful look on life. Pickled and preserved, I think they call it …)
It has been very hard for me at times, a whole new routine, but as I write this seven months have passed. And with those months, a certain acclimatisation has taken place.
I'd like to draw reader's attention to something that happened earlier today. We were all down town, sorting out shopping etc, when I noticed that there was a fete being held on forecourt of fire station. And as we moseyed over, it became apparent that kids were getting a ride round block in one of engines.
