Snot faced years...
My Father Steve didn't possess a great deal of "staying power".
It was close to my 2nd Birthday when he told my mother he was going abroad for business (they ran a computer support business together)....
A short while after his departure we received a postcard explaining very simply that he had decided to leave the country with his new girlfriend and that we were welcome to visit if we wanted to, we didn't.
This was a complete surprise to my Mum...the scribbled postcard was an utter belly punch.
I've heard family rumours that Steve was also caught up in some illegal activity involving weapons and drugs, which may go some way to explaining the hasty exit.
Don't worry this is not the drugs reference from the first page..I have a more than a dabble later too.
Steve will also appear later in my story although you know as much about him as I do today....close to sweet FA!
As if the "belly punch" of absconding wasn't quite enough the cheeky little man-cherub Steve had another round or two to play...
A few days after the postcard hit the front mat a removals van turned up at our little bungalow to collect the furniture, Steve had sold the bungalow and its contents.
Deserted Wife and rather dull boy were now homeless...
Mum needed money to find a place to live...aha...the computer support business she had invested years into building up. Nope, afraid not, he'd sold that to fund his jolly with the MkII missus.
We still had our own personal possessions which amounted to little more than clothes and I presume "Lion Ted" in my case who still contains his stuffing and survives today...oh... and also a red mini with rusting wheel arches and a broken aerial
...we at least had some wheels and headed for Nan's in London.
Time to meet my grandparents...Nan and Granddad
It was close to my 2nd Birthday when he told my mother he was going abroad for business (they ran a computer support business together)....
A short while after his departure we received a postcard explaining very simply that he had decided to leave the country with his new girlfriend and that we were welcome to visit if we wanted to, we didn't.
This was a complete surprise to my Mum...the scribbled postcard was an utter belly punch.
I've heard family rumours that Steve was also caught up in some illegal activity involving weapons and drugs, which may go some way to explaining the hasty exit.
Don't worry this is not the drugs reference from the first page..I have a more than a dabble later too.
Steve will also appear later in my story although you know as much about him as I do today....close to sweet FA!
As if the "belly punch" of absconding wasn't quite enough the cheeky little man-cherub Steve had another round or two to play...
A few days after the postcard hit the front mat a removals van turned up at our little bungalow to collect the furniture, Steve had sold the bungalow and its contents.
Deserted Wife and rather dull boy were now homeless...
Mum needed money to find a place to live...aha...the computer support business she had invested years into building up. Nope, afraid not, he'd sold that to fund his jolly with the MkII missus.
We still had our own personal possessions which amounted to little more than clothes and I presume "Lion Ted" in my case who still contains his stuffing and survives today...oh... and also a red mini with rusting wheel arches and a broken aerial
...we at least had some wheels and headed for Nan's in London.
Time to meet my grandparents...Nan and Granddad