Angel Grove Net

Right.

I've just gotten off the phone with the boy's therapist.

Everything is going fiiinnnne. Just great.

I've maybe learned a lot more than even I'd thought was going on, but, you know, it's...

Whatever. Is what it is.

We're all going to be bloody fucking wonderful.

So!

Who wants to join me for a drink? Or a bloody fifth of vodka?

Going shopping with a version of your father who still thinks of you as a literal baby, and is literally Victorian, as in he grew up during the Regency and came of age in the 1820's and early 30's is...

It's interesting, is what it is.

I thought Papa was going to faint when we passed the...unmentionables... shop and he got a look in the window. I do have a video that will go down in family history if I can help it, mind you.

On the upside, I now own trousers and jeans that fit properly and will have some more things coming in from the wonders of the internet.

I wonder how he's going to react to the swimming suit...