Foibles

The title of this particular weblog is because it sounds good. To tell the truth though, I am not absolutely sure what it means precisely. I would have said "quaint idiosyncrasies" but I can't be bothered to look it up.

Why? Because one man's foible is another man's doctrine. People are stupid this is my conviction. Judges are stupid, politicians are stupid and you and me too. But stupid is too strong a word. We have foibles and we are proud of them. How often have you heard somebody say, "that's just the way I am, that's me!" as if it were a badge of honour that they never change their mind or that they always say exactly what they think even when it might be injurious to others.

The view from J's window this morning

 You can't argue with a nice view though.

I have had confirmation that the psychologists' report was favourable. What this means is that they have recommended Joint custody for Jacob. At the moment his mother has provisional custody. In practice, however, under the terms of the present arrangement I am with Jacob a great deal of the time anyway. During the school year, he's with me 10 days out of 28 and during the holidays half of the time. For example he's with me for the whole of July and then with his mum in August.

I have asked for an extra day a week, which would mean that we would both have him for 14 days each (weekly rather than calendar months). At present I also pay his mother 370 Euros a month, even in July when he is with me. But the judge, even if he awards joint custody when the hearing reopens on the 10th of November, may maintain that payment on the grounds that the mother has little or no income. In addition he may stipulate that custody will involve one week with me and then a week with his mother rather than the system we have at the moment which is superficially complicated; every alternate weekend he is with me from Friday after school until Tuesday morning and every Monday too. If the judge did decide to change that system rather than just adding an additional day, it would mean that I wouldn't be able to do the private classes that I need to balance my books.

What's wrong with Gilty?

  There ain't nowt wrong with Gilty. It's just so incredibly hot that....

By popular request

Private conversation

Today's poem:

Blunt

What's wrong with you?
What's right with you?
(More to the point)

Always too few,
Too false too true?
And here's the point

Your green is blue
Your words are glue
You missed the point

They won't accrue
To me but you
These useless points!

And if they do
will you eschew
the pointless point

I point at you
you point you too
It's rude to point!

All craves askew
So I ask you;
Just what's the point?