I'm forty-six years of age and I still live with my aged father, despite quite a few attempts to fly the nest. Believe me, it isn't the life I envisioned when I was growing up. I still recall careers lessons: what a total waste of time they were? And as for the 'revolutionary' computer printout telling me that I could be a 'market gardener' or a 'forensic scientist' - pah!
Oh well, I'm never sad for too long. I have invited Emma over tonight for a film, pizza and chat session as Father's out at the Masonic Lodge's Pre-Halloween Monster Charity Bash. Unfortunately, she's got a new boyfriend she met on the online dating app, Tinder and worst of all, she's bringing him along tonight. His name's James McCoy and he's in his mid-forties, divorced, no children with an indoor cat called Jor-El and a huge amount of DC Comics memorabilia in his suburban two bedroom flat. He sounds bizarre.
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