Well as you can see its been about three weeks since I last entered the world of blog-dome and wrote my feelings after rowing with my father.

When I was introduced to blogging I was determined that I wasnt going to let it become just negative things - this wasnt going to be just me ranting and raving and getting things off my chest - it would be a chance to celebrate the positive things that happen in my life, the good as well as the bad.

Unfortunately there isnt that much good to write about really.
I could write about work and how we have got to lose 180 jobs in our region, how it looks like my boss is potentially one of the ones to go and so the moral is rock bottom - even though I love my job its so tough trying to keep the troops spirits up whilst your manager faces the axe - especially as hes on holiay at the moment.

I could write about all the help and support Im getting looking after dad - but that would just be a lie.
I could write about the lovely neighbourhood chavs letting off fireworks at all hours and scaring my dog half to death.

I could write about all my friends who come and visit me regulary but again that too would be a lie - instead i find myself spending most evenings just watching videos and drinking lots and lots and lots of wine.

I could talk about how my diet has worked instead of mentioning the 2 stone I have put on.

So you see readers Biggles is not a happy bunny at the moment. His life consits of no excersize, eating and drinking far too much, attending his fathers medicine routine every morning at 7am, going to work, coming home eating drinking and generally feeling sorry for himself.

There are some freinds who do try to perk me up :- E - but she's in love and is busy looking for a job. D - but hes got his new business and family to look after, V but shes got three kids(4 if you count her hubby) S, but hes busy preparing his wedding, so everyone has their thing and have there own life.

I cannot remember the last time someone just turned up at my house for the evening, for a coffee, for a while.
But I can remember the last time someone phoned me to unload their worries and woes on my shoulders. Why can I remember that - because its (almost) everyday.

From an overweight, balding, ugly, depressed and so so so lonely Biggles with no obvious signs of breaking the chains.