Dog Walking, And Seasonal Delights

Psycho has another money making scheme on the go.  He’s setting up a dog walking company.  He’s had The Ex out leafleting for him this week, but only in areas an easy walking distance from their flat of course.  Remember, this is the guy who apparently needed a car to work five minutes from his flat.  I jest of course.  he didn’t actually drive the car to work.  After all, he probably wouldn’t have been able to park much nearer to the shop.  Hmm.  Wonder if there’s much money to be made in the dog walking business here.  But seriously, how lazy?  I consider my parents’ house within walking distance.  Ok, it might take about thirty/forty minutes to get up there, but that’s walking distance.  He’s talking about no more than five/ten minutes away.  And he’s apparently a health freak as well.  Guess he’s just not into walking.  Hmm.  I love walking myself.  It’s easy exercise.  But I do consider myself lazy.  I’m certainly not into gyms.

They’re doing road works on the main road into town, given that it’s getting towards the busiest time of year.  They always do work on these roads at the worst possible times, just so they can cause the most amount of chaos.  Joyous.  But these ones have been going on forever!  Seriously.  They dug the road up a while ago, and then dug it up again.  This is possibly the third time.  If not the fourth!  I’m sick of it, and I don’t even drive.  Mind you, as a pedestrian I have to put up with dodging nutty drivers who have no regard for the lives of pedestrians.  Hmm.  The Toddler gets a little confused when cars are still going, despite the appearance of the green man.  Yes, she has learned that concept, and is prepared tell those cars that they’re being naughty.  It’s not too embarrassing actually.  But fortunately it is not too common an occurrence. 

Now, I was mortified beyond belief yesterday when The Toddler decided to say to Postie, “Do you like Mum?”  He managed to get out of answering her though, as he had his headphones in and apparently couldn’t hear her.  Hmm.  Though apparently today she was louder than the Foo Fighters. 

Town’s overcrowded with idiots as well.  And children.  I hate children.  With the exception of my own of course.  Then again…  But seriously, I know how hard it can be to keep kids under control and stuff.  My own is an absolute terror, so I can sympathise.  To an extent.  But she is only three and a half.  I guess I wouldn’t be so bothered if I was a kid friendly person.  My problem is simply that I don’t like kids.  Grrr.  But some of them really should know better.  Their parents certainly should.  Grrr!

First The Frogs, Now The Seagulls

I never found out if the matter of the frog killers was solved.  Poor frogs.  But now we have another killer on the loose.  Someone is going round shooting seagulls with a crossbow!  Now, I think that that is kind of a random weapon, but what do I know?  Nothing about killing seagulls that’s for sure.  But it’s not exactly a small and easy to handle weapon surely?  In my (admittedly very limited) experience, crossbows are kind of big.  So, we have a hunt for someone armed with a crossbow up here.  And this person is targeting seagulls.  Now I know that seagulls are a pain, but surely there is a better way to handle the problem?  But once again, what do I know?  I do know that I do not want to come across some crazy person armed with a crossbow.  Fortunately single mums do not seem to have been targeted yet.  And fortunately I cannot really be mistaken for a seagull.  But you never know.  Stranger things could have happened.

I managed to get a break from The Toddler today.  I really missed her actually.  It’s such a bizarre feeling, but I never realise quite how much I’ve missed her until I see her.  Then again, I have never spent more than a day away from her.  I might get twitchy if we were separated for any longer than that.  But it could be a while before I get to try out that theory.  She had fun though, and apparently behaved herself.  And she’s now sleeping soundly upstairs.  Bless her.  I do love her most of all when she’s fast asleep.  She’s so peaceful and cute.  Aww.  But I’m sure she’ll be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow, ready to resume Postie tormenting duties.  Assuming she hasn’t scared him off yet of course.

Oh, I almost forgot to add that Psycho definitely isn’t getting his cars back.  They shall be returning the things that he had left inside the cars to him though.  What nice bailiffs they are.  I must confess that I was thrilled by this news though.  If that makes me a bitch, then so be it.  i can live that.  At least I am not a psycho.  I assume I’m not anyway.  I don’t think I am, but I suspect Psycho would claim otherwise.  But he is slightly insane.  Hmm.  He’d make a great case study.  It’s a shame Freud isn’t around anymore.

Stirring?

Well, I had an eventful Saturday.  Well, maybe not eventful as such, but it was somewhat informative.  Psycho called The Ex while The Toddler and myself were round there (he still only gets supervised access, and for a very good reason in my opinion, given his potentially violent temper etc etc).  He usually does, and The Ex says it is probably to wind him up, as Psycho apparently knows that he sees The Toddler every Saturday.  But also, for whatever reason, Psycho also apparently thinks I’m “still” being a bitch about access.  Now as I never have been a bitch about access, I was a little thrown by the use of the word “still” there.  The Ex has always seen The Toddler on a weekly basis.  And until she started nursery, we were very flexible with our availability.  Now I’m not sure if The Ex has been telling his brother lies (which wouldn’t surprise me) or whether Psycho is just believing what the hell he likes.  Now the latter is also a distinct possibility, as Psycho claims that he witnessed my mum driving like a lunatic while aiding me and The Toddler in our escape from The Ex’s.  In reality, it was my dad who came and picked us up.  And given that it was late, and we lived in an area populated by speed bumps, driving like a lunatic was not really an option.  There was also a baby in the car.  Another reason for driving carefully.  Oh, and Psycho was actually in America on the day that I left The Ex.  Hmm.  So The Ex isn’t the only one who tells lies frequently.  At least I can find the whole thing amusing now, rather than letting it all get me down.  I do wish they could all just tell the truth though, rather than trying to stir things.  And what does Psycho actually gain from trying to vilify me?  Why does he care so much?  I’m amazed he has time to, if there’s as much going on in his life as he likes to try and claim.  Poor guy.

The Toddler’s friendship with Postie continues.  She gave him stickers this week.  Postman Pat stickers as it happens.  He was impressed by her ability to make the association.  They now also high-five each other all the time.  He’s been trying to teach her that one for a while, but she finally gave in this week.  I would feel guilty, but as he’s the one encouraging her, I don’t.

The Ex’s family finally gave him some presents.  Well his mum and one of his brother’s did anyway.  He still doesn’t even have a card from his sister.  Hmm.  Charming.

It’s The Lack Of Thought That Counts

I feel sorry for The Ex.  I really do.  Though I did start to get sick of his moaning after a while.  I’m good at doing sympathy up to a point, but don’t push it, or I will start to get irritated, and then I may just snap.  But anyway, it was his twenty-ninth birthday the other day, and the only present he got was the DVD I bought him on behalf of The Toddler.  Hmm.  Nice.  His mum apparently didn’t know what to get him, so just didn’t bother.  His sister confessed that she just didn’t bother.  And his three brothers have apparently yet to comment.  I’d forgotten how thoughtful they all are.

Now, he could have lied to me, but given that he gave me a list of present options, and has been pestering me about what I might get him since Christmas, I am inclined to believe him when he says he did the same to everyone in his family.  Especially as he spends more time with them than with anyone else.  My parents didn’t get me much for my last birthday, but I was thrilled with what they did get me.  And not only did they get me some presents, but they also made a fuss, inviting The Toddler and myself round for a nice meal and cake.  Nothing like that for The Ex of course.  Hmm.  Poor guy.  Though given what each and every other member of The Family act like when it’s their birthdays, I think they’re just a tiny bit hypocritical.  It’d be like me making a huge fuss about my birthday, having a right go if people didn’t get me exactly what I wanted, et cetera et cetera, and then making no effort whatsoever for anyone else.  But it’s what they do.  They’re all so self-obsessed and selfish.  It’s scary.  And The Toddler is best out of it as far as I’m concerned.  Oh, and despite inviting The Family round for The Toddler’s visit to his flat yesterday, once again, not one of them could be bothered to turn up.  Nice to know she means so much to them.  Hmm.  But at least she won’t ever get attached to them.  That’d be horrible.  Especially as then they might have some influence over her character.  As it happens, the only influence they should have on her is genetic.  I just hope that the selfishness and the self-obsession was learned behaviour rather than innate.  Hmm.  Potentially worrying, but I’d imagine unlikely.

Anyhow, it’s at times like this that I really begin to appreciate what I have once more.  I realise how lucky I am to have relatives that actually care.  Though I suppose that it’s not an uncommon occurrence.  I hope it isn’t.  That would be depressing.  I have yet to become acquainted with anyone else who has a family like The Family though, so I am hopeful that they are an aberration.  Though you never know.  Maybe my family and I are the mad ones.  I do doubt that though.