So on Sunday, I made my trip to North Wales to drop off presents for my godson EB. I'd asked him what he wanted for Christmas and he said he didn't know but gave me a list of bands he was currently into.
Ensuring that none of them were Slipknot (his mum is dead against them), I got him a couple of t-shirts (Foo Fighters and Disturbed) and downloaded some albums for him Disturbed - Indestructible, Guitar Hero 3: Legends of Rock and Rise Against - Appeal To Reason. The last one is my kind of rock, so is on my currently-listening-to list on my ipod.
As has recently been the case when I go to visit MR and her family, there's a lot of arguing, shouting and crying going on. Maybe I'm just not used to all the noise, living on my own for so long but...they're all noisy, not just the kids; I know money is tight but at times, the conversations I'm a party are sometimes kinda uncomfortable. But hell, she's my oldest friend, he's my godson and I'll always make the effort as long as they want me to.
It doesn't help that since I saw him last three months ago, EB has turned into the typical teenager - gangly, long scruffy hair, dubious hygiene (according to his mum) and getting a bit defiant towards his parents. But even in the few hours I was in their house (full of both a menagerie of kids AND pets), I witnessed his younger brothers trying to annoy him and provoke him and when he retaliated by pushing them away, there were tears so he got the blame. MR isn't happy with her lot right now, so it wasn't my place to say anything.
Anyway, when I got back to Manchester, had a late meal in Chiquitos with some nice company, a nice cuppa and then an early night in a very cold house. I can't afford to have the central heating on all the time so I'm kinda living in an icebox right now!