BillyNoMates
War Hero
Before we moved house from the rental - I had the misfortune to observe something which
can only be described as "futile". I despair of the younger generation - I really, really do.
We have a 17yr old grandson livin' with us because he don't get waitrress/butler service
at home with his biological mother. He works on the odd occasion but, as yet - hasn't figured
out the Meaning of Life and what it means to have to pay bills, dole out cash, pay for
car insurance (8 points on his provisional - so you can imagine what the premium was) and
all of lifes other trials and tribulations. However, I digress.
One fine evening as I was entering the homestead from yet another long Day-Shift, I caught
sight of said Grandson bimbling up the stairs with a tin of corned beef in his mitt. He was
still in his dressing gown (at 17:00 on a weekday) and he commenced to bang on the bathroom
door where my dearest wife was attempting to have a few minutes "me time" in the shower.
"Gran! Gran!", he's mumbling - waving this tin of corned dog about.
She opens the door and asks;
"Yes? What is it my love?" (Even I don't get greeted with such terms of endearment).
He holds the corned beef tin aloft and says,
"How do you open this gran?"
At this point - I felt the need to throw myself down the stairs and end it all. I'm thinking,
she'll sort of chastise him for being such an utter chimp....but no! Instead, she smiles
sweetly and says,
"Well darling - give it to Grandad and he'll open it for you and put it on a plate as well.
How many sandwiches d'you want? Would you like some salad? Do you want mayo on it as well?
Go on - give it to Grandad - he'll do it for you".
I'd been up since 05:30 and being tasked to open a tin of corned beef on behalf of a 17 year
old with nothing in his brain but Call of Duty and Grand Theft Auto sort of left me feeling
that I really should start putting all his gear in bin bags and offering him a lift back to
his own house. Two years on and there's still no sign of that happening.
Am I wrong to think such things? Biological mum'n'dad have never put their hands in their
wallets/purses to assist in support...but I did once get a back payment via the CSA......for
£2.48p. Hurtling towards 60 (July this year) - I think it really should be time for BillyNoMates
and WolfPackleader to have a bit of a life and I want to knock full time employment on the head
before I actually croak in this office, but going on incomings/outgoings - that 'aint going to happen
any time soon.
Sorry to bore you all - just felt like having a sharing moment.
can only be described as "futile". I despair of the younger generation - I really, really do.
We have a 17yr old grandson livin' with us because he don't get waitrress/butler service
at home with his biological mother. He works on the odd occasion but, as yet - hasn't figured
out the Meaning of Life and what it means to have to pay bills, dole out cash, pay for
car insurance (8 points on his provisional - so you can imagine what the premium was) and
all of lifes other trials and tribulations. However, I digress.
One fine evening as I was entering the homestead from yet another long Day-Shift, I caught
sight of said Grandson bimbling up the stairs with a tin of corned beef in his mitt. He was
still in his dressing gown (at 17:00 on a weekday) and he commenced to bang on the bathroom
door where my dearest wife was attempting to have a few minutes "me time" in the shower.
"Gran! Gran!", he's mumbling - waving this tin of corned dog about.
She opens the door and asks;
"Yes? What is it my love?" (Even I don't get greeted with such terms of endearment).
He holds the corned beef tin aloft and says,
"How do you open this gran?"
At this point - I felt the need to throw myself down the stairs and end it all. I'm thinking,
she'll sort of chastise him for being such an utter chimp....but no! Instead, she smiles
sweetly and says,
"Well darling - give it to Grandad and he'll open it for you and put it on a plate as well.
How many sandwiches d'you want? Would you like some salad? Do you want mayo on it as well?
Go on - give it to Grandad - he'll do it for you".
I'd been up since 05:30 and being tasked to open a tin of corned beef on behalf of a 17 year
old with nothing in his brain but Call of Duty and Grand Theft Auto sort of left me feeling
that I really should start putting all his gear in bin bags and offering him a lift back to
his own house. Two years on and there's still no sign of that happening.
Am I wrong to think such things? Biological mum'n'dad have never put their hands in their
wallets/purses to assist in support...but I did once get a back payment via the CSA......for
£2.48p. Hurtling towards 60 (July this year) - I think it really should be time for BillyNoMates
and WolfPackleader to have a bit of a life and I want to knock full time employment on the head
before I actually croak in this office, but going on incomings/outgoings - that 'aint going to happen
any time soon.
Sorry to bore you all - just felt like having a sharing moment.