Frog Massacre! No!

And it came so soon after The Toddler and Postie did some further bonding over the frog in our front yard thing.  Though of course, if Postie was right and it was indeed a killer frog who was responsible for ripping our hedge to bits, well.  Poor frogs though.  But I guess it must be a slow news day when the headline is Frog Massacre Shock.  Love this place.  Feel sorry for the frogs though.

And now that it’s nearly his birthday, Psycho has decided to remember that The Toddler is his niece.  He’s only after a present from her of course.  So transparent.  And shocking, given that he’ll be thirty-one.  But they are very grasping people are The Family, after whatever they can get.  And Psycho remains determined to beat the bailiffs, trying to claim he needs his cars for his business.  Fortunately for him, he does technically have a business other than the shop, which is literally a few minutes walk from his flat.  Technically he also has a computer business.  Though why one man would need two cars to run this business is beyond me.  Especially when it’s been more or less defunct since he and his girlfriend got their precious wool shop.  I have asked The Ex to keep me posted.

And speaking of The Ex, he may finally have moved on!  At long last.  He mentioned some girl he’s sort of maybe interested in.  Though the alarm bells are the fact that she’s a single mother with two kids.  The kids are in counselling because her ex was a violent bastard who regularly beat her to a pulp.  The Ex is ideal for her then.  Eek.  But from what he’s said, she might not be so keen herself.  Sensible woman.  Though as far as stepmum material goes, she may be more suitable than the last one, the sixteen year old girl he’d slept with a couple of times.  Behind her boyfriend’s back I might add.  Hmm.  But we shall see.  At least it means he can stop claiming to still be in love with me.

I on the other hand have developed something of a crush on Postie.  Our almost daily chats do help keep me somewhat sane.  And he’s so friendly, both to me and The Toddler.  Actually, I’m beginning to worry about The Toddler.  She has taken to playing out in the front yard with the nicer weather.  But today, she took one of her many drawings out with her.  She told me it was for Postie.  But fortunately he wasn’t on today, so she was unable to attempt to foist the picture on him.  I’m beginning to think that this situation could get potentially awkward.  Though in our defence, he encourages her himself, so he really only has himself to blame.  Hmm.