Living in Nottingham,I called my son in Toronto today and said ''Listen,your mother and I are getting divorced.45 tears of misery is enough''.
''Dad ,what are you talking about?'' he screamed at me.
''We can't stand the sight of each other any longer,''I told him I'm sick of her face and I am sick of talking about this so call your sister in Vancouver and tell her,'' and I hung up.
Apparently my son called my daughter,she says,''Like .... they are getting divorced ''and called me immediately''You're not getting divorced! Don't do another thing,the two of us are flying home to Nottingham to talk about this.Until then don't call a solicitor,don't file any papers,DO YOU HEAR ME?''and she hung up on me.
So I turned to the wife and told her,''It's okay they're coming home for Christmas and paying their own airfares.'
There is no place like home :)
Almost Imbolg...Or 'The Coming Of The Ewes Into Milk'...
