part 4 .. (you've changed yer tune)

Right ..

Sooo. Feckin' Alan malarkey ..

I decided to make a dignified exit after about an hour, with him thinking l was off somewhere faaaaab because as far as l was concerned, we were going to have some grub after my work, but it turned out that he was meeting friends and was seeing moi for ten minutes?!

I thought WE were going out ..

I had taken my change of clothes, and tooth brush for my big night oot wi' the man before me. Did l get my wires crossed somewhere? Let's not go down the post mortum route. It was what it was. Mixed messages. Bad communicators.

What the feck should l do now?

Standing in the middle of the road amongst all the evening-outers, l did a terrible thing.

I rang Accident Andy. The man l looked after emotionally, financially. The main man. The PTSD man who dumpt me in my garden, well ran off when l asked him if we would ever get married when he got better.

It's an ego thing, or desperation ..

'Hi Andy. How are you?'.

'What the fuck dyu want now?'.

My heart sank. My eyes filled up, but l had my nice sunglasses on.

'Just wondered how you were', l mumbled, like bullied child.

'Am gone now. Head's fucked so, LEAVE ME ALONE'.

Click. His number vanished from my screen.

He's hung up. Again. Same things rang in my ears. 'I do love you, darlin. Just be patient, like l am. A patient!'. Andy. Why won't you get better.

I wandered a few yards along the street, feeling like a wee, lost lamb, then my son rang.

'Awright, Ma'. He was pissed. 'Me an' Looby Loo are in the Dome. Want to join us?'.

'Ok. Cheers, Kev'.

I hate The Dome, but beggars, n aw that.

It wasn't that busy, and l found them at a corner seat.

'Awright, Ma. Where you goin' awi dollied up'.

I told him, and l could see the disappointment in my face. Another disaster area, me an' men.

His girlfriend went to the bar, and me and Kevin were chatting together. There was a creepy lookin' bloke lookin' at us. He wandered over an' sat in Loo's seat.
'Sorry mate. That's someone's seat'.

Now. In a place like that place, one wouldn't expect to come across an article like him. Loo came back with the drinks.

'How come you got two fit birds, pal. She's a bit auld, but nevertheless ..'

'That's ma mum, mate, so watch yer mouth'. Kevin seemed to puff out, somewhat. Never seen that from him before.

So then, this creep pops his head against mine, and growled in my ear, 'yummmy mummmmy'. I pushed him off me. Kevin stood up, and his chair fell back.

'Get your fuckin' ugly cunt face away fi ma muther. Just back off, or al deck yi' one'.

_'KEVIN'. I hate to hear that potty mouth from my son's lips.

The doormen were pricking up their ears by now. Looking over, all the could see was my son, effin' n blindin, aw puffed up, causing a rumpus in the middle of this cocktail bar.

The doormen came over, picked up Kevin's jacket. He was getting chucked out!

What the fuck will happen now?!

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