Just when...

It appears my father (whom I haven't seen for 5 years after we found out he had been having an affair and then left my mother during Chrimbo 1999) is going into hospital for some 'tests'. I was told via my sister who talks to him occasionally, he wanted to contact me about them.

What makes this slightly more worthy of concern is that both his (my father's that is) mother and father died of smoking related cancer, and he has smoked his entire life. This is one of the main reasons why I am so anti smoking.

I haven't spoken to him in four years, and I am still don't know if I have forgiven him but I'm not sure what it would do to me if something happened before I got to say my piece to him - when he left on new-years day he went with out saying anything to me, not even a goodbye, just thinking about it still makes me angry.

As such I have absolutely no time for:
The Actress who wants me to set her up with some of my friends, I will wear a shell suit before that happens.

S who threw a strop because I wasn't entirely glowing about his report of getting some stupid jacket. Oh and stop moaning about everything, your life really isn't that bad.

My assistant who doesn't seem to want a job, I don't want to spend every day battling with someone who has work because I am good at my job.

Oh and any men who wear jewelry, there really isn't any call for it.

I apologise for this interruption to the program of parties and women, normal service will resume soon, hopefully.