Sadly, this is the legacy of a marriage breakdown.
Ah, well. I tried my best. And paid a heavy price.
Anyway, on lighter matters my lovely son, Jacob, left to go the US on Wednesday on a tennis scholarship. It's been an emotional few days as I am very close to my boys and whilst I was excited for Jacob that his new adventure was beginning, I was also very sad at his departure. Here's a picture of Jacob (on the left) and his friend James who were travelling together to Kansas. I've now been writing this blog for 10 years so if you remember Jacob as a small boy you'll probably be surprised at how he looks now!
On other matters, these long hours are hideously boring at times so I am wondering if I should sign up to a dating site and amuse myself between customers. Thoughts anyone? However, if any you ladies out there know any eligible single men who'd appreciate an overweight but, hopefully, entertaining humourist do send them my way. I'm not overly fussy - so long as they're taller than Tom Cruise and have a sense of humour I'm interested. (At my age I can't afford to be fussy but ending up anyone shorter than Tiny Tom after years of ridiculing him would be the ultimate humiliation.)
Any other qualities I'm looking for? Hmm...
Must like frozen pizza.
Must appreciate the arts.
Knows how to balance a cheque book but doesn't have to be loaded.
Preferably looks good in Speedos and tinned spaghetti but if he can make me laugh I can make an exception.
So girls get looking for me. And any blokes dropping by drop me a comment in you're on the market. ( Keep it clean though - I have a sensitive nature.)
Applications from senile multi-millionaires also welcome. Preferably with a heart condition.