Twice if he wasn't too tired.What a tiger !But that had grown stale a long time ago.Then,one night I fancied a bottle of wine.I was out of my favourit...,Stickleback,so I grabbed a bottle of Jacks Albarino.But I couldn't open the damn thing.I decided to ask Paul next door,a retired bank manager, to open it for me.I knocked on his door, but a much younger guy opened the door.He was about thirty,9 years younger than me.I said hello and I asked him where Paul was.He told me he was Paul.I told him he. There's no other way to say it. If I had been a more accessible father instead of off on a carrier most of the time she was growing up there would be no need for this discussion. My daughter is what she is, in part due to my shortcomings as a father. You have no idea how relieved Helen and I were when she met you and settled down, or at least we thought she did. Over the weekend I got a pretty good picture of exactly how bad it is, but I won't go into detail about that. That will be someone. The man introduced himself as George and seemed very friendly and nice. He laughed as he took my drink under the table, produced a little bottle of rum and poured some into my coke saying not to tell anyone. I sat there sipping my coke, having no idea what to say or do at this point. George did though, he asked where I was headed too and I told him another town on an errand. He talked but it was always to my tits, and finally when he seemed to run out of small talk he looked around the bar. She was pretty. She worked at the chocolate shop.I am not a scrooge, honest. I have come to not so much as hate Christmas as to just be annoyed with the whole holiday build up. The shopping especially annoys me.Because of classes, I really haven't opportunity to shop at that time of year and haven't the organizational skills to do it through the rest of the year. I usually do all right, but only barely all right, by getting gifts for my parents and the girl, who until recently, waited for me.