They say that if you love something you should set it free. And if it returns it’ll be yours forever.

I’m starting to find that this may actually be true.

If by ‘love’ they mean ‘are quite used to having around’. And if by ‘quite used to having around’ they mean ‘is a District Council-mandated necessity’.

And if by ‘set it free’ they actually mean ‘wonder where the fuck it’s gone.’

The wheelie-bin for my recycling went missing didn’t it.

Tired Dad (who would never have been whipped through the BC revolving door because he would never have got a foot in the door in the first place, O Britain Britain Britain)

tired dad soldiers on

When things went wrong with BC I told SMcD I thought I'd spent too long in Britain.

Tired Dad is the kind of thing I LIKED about Britain.

Spend enough time in the country, you can consign 10 emails a day to the drafts folder before hitting send and still feel like Edward Scissorhands.

Here's Tired Dad on a man of the cloth who sets up a brothel.