The phone rang at 8.50am. My son answered it, I hadnt heard it. It was his father telling him he was caught up at work and would phone him as soon as he had finished.
My son went back to watching his programmes, phone by his side.
Today is Saturday and we have heard nothing.
By 1pm I knew he would not be phoning or indeed visiting. His phone was switched off unable to receive my texts or phone calls.
This man was present at the birth of his son, one of the first to cradle him and swore to be a great father.
This man cried at our wedding supposedly incapable of controlling his emotions of joy.
Where are his emotions now?
No doubt at the bottom of a pint glass.