Pull yourself together......
Doc....I think I've got Tom Jones syndrome.

It's not unusual...

Doc, I think I'm invisible...

Next!

Doc, I think I'm a dog...

Off the couch. Bad Boy

Doctor there's a fly in my soup.

How does he smell?

Got that out of our system, have we?

Uses the ancient art of 'ecky-Thump on HertsBlue

Just got back after a 4 hour drive from Scotland. Very sad after leaving my daughter. Need a nightcap before I turn in.

Chaps?

Chaps? Where has everyone gone?

"Oh flower of Scotland, when shallwe see ..."

Wait ... you drove to Scotland and abandoned your daughter?? Isn't it more traditional to wait 'til she goes to Uni and then move house before she comes back for the holidays? 

So, she's here because ... job? ... uni? ... burning desire to take part in the referendum?

    On Children
    Kahlil Gibran

    Your children are not your children.
    They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
    They come through you but not from you,
    And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

    You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
    For they have their own thoughts.
    You may house their bodies but not their souls,
    For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
    which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
    You may strive to be like them,
    but seek not to make them like you.
    For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

    You are the bows from which your children
    as living arrows are sent forth.
    The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
    and He bends you with His might
    that His arrows may go swift and far.
    Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
    For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
    so He loves also the bow that is stable.

That's a profound poem.

She's at uni in Stirling.

Quote from: fsn on 19 March 2014, 12:36:12 AM
That's a profound poem.

From "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran, pretty much sums up my view of parenthood and is one of my favourite pieces of poetry.

Quote from: fsn on 19 March 2014, 12:36:12 AM
She's at uni in Stirling.

My older son went there. Beautiful campus. He really enjoyed it, hope she does too. He went from  being shy and quiet to being head of the student radio station and a regular DJ at the weekly student discos (if students have discos these days!). Be warned

What year is she in?

Look up This be the verse by Philip Larkin, on the subject of parenthood. It might be censored if I quoted it.

Quote from: FierceKitty on 19 March 2014, 11:38:52 AM
Look up This be the verse by Philip Larkin, on the subject of parenthood. It might be censored if I quoted it.

So cynical and depressing and so far from my experience of childhood and fatherhood.

Quote from: Ithoriel on 19 March 2014, 11:45:38 AM
So cynical and depressing and so far from my experience of childhood and fatherhood.

Agreed.  I like both poems for different reasons but the one you posted, Ithoriel is exquisite

Quote from: Ithoriel on 19 March 2014, 01:25:48 AM
My older son went there. Beautiful campus. He really enjoyed it, hope she does too. He went from  being shy and quiet to being head of the student radio station and a regular DJ at the weekly student discos (if students have discos these days!). Be warned

What year is she in?

She was never shy to begin with. Takes after her mother that way. She loves it - but now talks in an odd Scottish/Geordie/Irish accent. I blame her room mates.

Mid way through third year - just another one to go after that.