Five months…

Hey y’all,

A bunch of peeps been messaging me, so to save me replying to all, here’s a bit of an update.

Yes, I will blog again. In fact I probably need it more now than I did before. Just haven’t quite been able to bring myself to open up to the world like I did when Marjana was here to take joy from ’em. There’s more to it than just that and technically, I’m blogging now anyway so small steps I guess.

It’s just over five months since we lost my first wife and life has sucked like a back alley $2 whore but it’s also been good like the purest of virgins too. More on this when I open up and blog properly. The good and bad I mean, not virgins and whores.

A few months ago, I took our boys back to New Zealand where we reconnected with my family and mates and the boys really dug it. That trip was sad as fuck but personally, it was more therapeutic than I thought it’d be, so fuck yeah!

The recent ‘taking these boys for a ride on a big jet plane’ facebook post relates to a planned equivalent of our NZ trip but on a far bigger scale to Croatia, with a few stopovers along the way.

We’re gone for five weeks, most of which is in Croatia catching up with our family here.

As you’d imagine, there’s moments of joy and sorrow with Marjana’s family and friends but so far it’s been awesome.

Our family here are amazing. So pure! They’ve been crucial in plugging holes from wounds of sorrow, particularly with our kids and for that I’m forever grateful.

This is without doubt a medicinal trip of healing for the three of us travellers but also for our Croatian connection. On that note, I do appreciate the fact Dilan’s boss approved a five week holiday for him when I doubt he’s got anywhere near five weeks leave built up so cheers bro.

The reason we’re actually here right now is ‘cos our niece is getting married in a couple weeks. We always knew Marjana wasn’t gunna make it but she made me promise that I’d still come… and here we are.

On a bit of a downer though, our pet sitter advised me that one of our three pets is now dead too, fuck it. So that’s a little bit shit. Kind of a last on, first off scenario so sucks to be you Bird 😞 No more deaths though please 🙏

I will blog more but just give me a bit of time please as it’s taken me five months to put this post out there. Before you know it, I’ll be back writing shit for y’all.

This blog was brought to you by the letter C for the word cunt.

Dilan gets a bird (part four)

Bird loves to bite people.

Bird wrapped like a burrito (if only)

He loves to snuggle too, but he much prefers biting.

Bird’s bites hurt very much.

Bella would love to bite Bird.

Bella isn’t allowed to bite Bird.

Secretly, I would love it if Bella bit Bird.

One nice pet and one not so nice pet

Pudding would also love to bite Bird.

Pudding isn’t allowed to bite Bird.

I might sharpen her claws and make an exception.

One nice pet and one not so nice pet

We live our lives prisoners to Bird in our own home.

Bird could have been a team leader in Alfred Hitchcock’s film The Birds.

Bird does have a comforting soft tweet, but mostly has a loud horrible squawk.

Bird saves his loudest squawks for when I try to talk on the phone.

Bird’s favourite hobby is to shit on me.

In the two years we’ve had Bird he has failed to fly into a ceiling fan swirling very fast.

Bird is by far the best watchdog in our family though.

Like our other watchdog Bella, Bird has different sounds for whoever comes in our driveway.

If a robber came to our home I would send Bella to bed and sic Bird on them.

That is a very inhumane thing to do to the robbers but fuck ’em.

Bird is still a cunt!

Like Ironman (an evil one) does to his suit, Bird also improves his outfit

Dilan gets a bird (part three)

Over the next week we all grew to love Guava.

Guava was a very nice bird.

Unfortunately, on the seventh day Guava flew into a ceiling fan.

Also very unfortunately, that ceiling fan was swirling around very fast.

Guava is no longer with us.

Guava died a very quick death.

We were all very sad losing Guava.

Guava was the saddest though.

Guava now lives in a shoe box tomb under a tree in our back yard.

In a moment of grieving weakness we decided to buy Dilan a new bird.

That was a very foolish decision.

The new bird is called Bird.

Bird isn’t like Guava.

Bird is a cunt!

Dilan gets a bird (part one)

The following is a true story.

Dilan: Can I get a bird, Dad?

Me: Nup.

Dilan: But they are sooo cute, Dad.

Me: I dont give a shit.

Dilan: Pleeeaaase, Dad.

Me: No man. Shut up and leave me alone.

Repeat x 10.

Go to work.

Dilan: Can I get a bird, Mum?

Marjana: Ok.

Come home from work.

Now own bird called Guava.