Momma’s Boy_(1)
Another Friday, brilliant. Fridays at my house usually meant 2 things, I’d be on my own for the best part of 8 hours and mum and dad would come home extraordinarily drunk, which of course meant they would have sex rather loudly in their room. Which didn’t help my sleeping pattern at all since my door was directly facing theirs, and there’s only so much noise an iPod can block out. The only difference this time was working away, he was a manager of a very large company, he has told me dozens of times what he does, but I never understood, and basically he is in charge of making decisions which can either make millions or lose millions…and his job. My dad has been pondering with retiring early for the better half of 2 …