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Friday, 12 September 2014

SHORTEST BLOG EVER?


 Good morning Bloggets. My friend came out of his heart operation after eight hours yesterday. Last report from his wife, he was on a breathing machine but that is normal they told her. Teen off to London on Sunday morning. He leaves the house at quarter past seven in the morning. Sees a concert with his gf’s family.  For the gf’s mothers boyfriend’s birthday which isn’t until a few months away, stays at one of their flats in the capital overnight, then up at five the next morning for a 6am train back to college. All just to spend time with her and see her.

He’s going to London on his own too. He’s come back from there before. The gf already there. She had to be “flown” to her mother, as she had to be “Put in quarantine” at her school in our city and the school said there was not enough staff to look after her? Not sure how a girl almost eighteen can’t be trusted on her own? Teen said they had to administrate medicines and take her food and they didn’t have the staff? God, if I was her mother and was pay twenty five thousand pounds a year for her schooling, I would hope there would be staff to look after her? Well, depends I guess how much looking after she would need, but from what I can gather, she had sickness…

The mother kindly paid for teen to go to London, he told me the tickets were only £25, the funny thing is, he had to buy a rail card to get them that cheap, costing £30…

 

Right, as bus pass gate continues, I better go and see to him…

 

Later gators.

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