Mammy2’s dad is on the road to recovery. The operation was yesterday and they managed to remove all of the tumour. They have sent it off for testing and will then know how to proceed with treatment. He’s in great form according to the mother in law, asking after everyone, telling them not to worry. Basically, a typical Dad Thank god the op went well, I know its been on Mammy2’s mind and she’s been worrying. Its been good news all the way since yesterday.

I arrived home and was convinced I stepped into some sort of alternate universe. Firstly, there was post. Of a non bill variety. From the Revenue giving us money back for all the money we’ve paid on meds. Secondly, and this is possibly even bigger, I arrive into the apartment to find the kid hoovering and Mammy2 relaxing on the couch. Apparently the kid had cooked dinner for Mammy2 and herself and was now busying herself making the place clean and doing her chores. I pinched myself a couple of times. I feel like Alice when she went down the rabbit hole. Something was not quite right with the picture.

The kid had her doctor’s apppointment yesterday morning, he put her in different anti-depressants. I reckon he put her on happy pills because she was in such a good mood. It was mad. After cleaning the place from top to bottom, she started studying. Yes, studying. I had to do a bit of work online and then she offered to cook me dinner. At this stage, I checked the room for POD people. I declined saying I wanted to cook something for myself. I decided to go training and see if the people who had kidnapped my kid would return her once I left the building.

Home from training, a great workout but chances are I won’t be able to walk tomorrow, and sure enough she’s still sweetness and light. It helps that she has my phone. Her own phone went on the blink last week and so a new one has to be purchased. Until then, when I get home in the evenings she uses my phone. I hardly ever use it anyways, I’m not a huge mobile phone fan. We both got an early night, taking advantage of the fact that she was in good form. At around 12 , she knocks into us to tell us she’s heading to the court yard, as she wants a break from the apartment. Nothing unusual there, she used to often drop down to the courtyward of an evening when she first moved up. She’d sit for hours beside the fountain sketching. She was in her jammies and had her long cardigan on her. I however got suspicious when she mentioned putting make up on. To go to the court yard. Mammy2 said that she was fine and wouldn’t be up to anything in the courtyard. I awake at 2.15 and she’s still down in the courtyard. At this I know she’s not by herself, Mammy2 txts her telling her to get her ass up to the apartment whilst I pace in the living room, plotting the demise of that S character. I know its him, none of her other ‘friends’ would be in the courtyard after 1 at night.

He’s such a fecker, sniffing around her all the time. He needs a good walloping. She arrives in all innocent and I confront her. I told her I had gone out to check on her and saw her and someone else. The thing about is titches and I’m still unsure if its a good or a bad thing is we cannot lie. We can try, but ultimately we are honest. About everyone. She says she headed down for some space, her new favourite word. I’m looking into buying her a planet, she can have all the space she feckin wants. Chances are S will be in the vincity of the planet, just happened to be shopping in Jupiter or some other cock and bull story.

She had been txting S, the worthless pile of poo. He said he was in town. Conviently again. He’s always in town. What is he? Homeless? Does he hang around outside our apartment block waiting for her to get some space? What sort of a muppet is he?! So he dropped around because she needed someone to talk to. Through grinding teeth, I explained that there is no hanging with anyone mid-week. Regardless of who they are. I told her we were extremely disappointed in her and from now on all hanging in the courtyard would monitored. For monitoring, read me sitting with the baseball bat right next to her. Lets see if S, the cad, has the nerve to show his face then. You know, she’s dated a fair few guys and girls, and there was only 2 I genuinely disliked. One was T, who could barely stand upright. The relationship lasted all of a week. Thank feck. And the other was this S, she was mad about him, he didn’t want to know. Plied her with alcohol one night , then left her by herself because he had to play a gig. Don’t get me wrong, I know the kid is well capable of being bad on her own. He’s just not the type of guy I want her seeing. At all. If she
has to date someone, let them be a halfway decent sort. Its not too much to ask. Its true what they say I think. Girls go for bad boys.

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