I am in Sydney, home of the lunatic chocolate-house siege, where a man who is obviously deranged has taken a group of innocent chocolate-lovers hostage. I have been watching the news sporadically and forgot to answer my telephone which I left in the other room. When my phone and I were finally reunited I noticed that my son Bodhi has called me four times. I called him back and he seemed mightily relieved to hear my voice, or so I thought, BUT upon reflection perhaps he was a trifle disappointed! Hello, I said, its your father; to which he replied somewhat wearily, ah there you are, I was wondering if I should begin spending my inheritance! I told him I was safe and sound, and initially felt sentimental about his obvious concern for my safety, then I began to have my doubts. I mean, surely he realises, that every penny that ever comes my way I have squandered with irresponsible abandon ! He must surely know that by the time I die therell be nothing left! I mean, kids today! What are they thinking? Dont they realise that we (the parents) are of the be here now brigade - we dont remember what happened yesterday and we have serious doubts about whether well even see tomorrow. Love you Bodhi Cutler - thanks for caring xx
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 08:32:55 +0000
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