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Saturday, September 19, 2015

all change

I have a very nice step-type-mother, she’s the 4th ‘wife’ i.e. someone my father’s actually set up home with (as opposed to shagged on the side) and by far the loveliest. So yesterday morning, while she was in the shower, he popped out for a paper and changed women.

My father, the Lothario, despite being 74 and only 5’7” is universally loved by women. Even quite intelligent ones. Even ones he’s left or betrayed want him back. Womenkind should be ashamed!

My father loves women, but more than women he loves money and status. Wife no. 3 was left in his big BIG house. And being a legal wife (unlike no. 2 and no. 4) he was having a bit of bother extracting his wonga. In fact it had caused him to live in a house he considered too small AND he had to downsize the Merc. These are no small sacrifices for a man so driven by materiality.

The final straw came when a television programme, aired just recently, showed his ex house (but importantly (to him) still ½ his) in all its glory. So despite wife no. 3 being a screaming bitch from hell (yes really), he’s moved back.

I truly believe this is just so he can show off. Meanwhile wife no. 1, my mother, was left to explain to wife no. 4 that the immoral old git has moved back in with wife no. 3.

How did she get the job? You may well ask, and so will I once I can get through but everyone’s phone’s engaged. How annoying is that.