He lives in Wolverhampton. He wakes up at 7.00 a.m. He wakes the kids so they will get ready for school. He then prepares breakfast and three lunches: for Lauren, Will and himself, usually chicken or ham sandwiches, and an extra package of ginger nuts for him and fruit for the kids. They usually make it on time, unless Lauren forgets where she put her glasses last night. He leaves them at school and he heads to work at Shrewsbury where he starts work at 9.00 a.m.
He works at Housing Communications as a Softwear Developer. He wanted to major as a Furniture Designer and he even draw the plans and actually built a chair for camping, but marriage got in the way and he had to get a "real" work. He hated it at the beginning, but he later saw the creative side to it and now he is happy, well, sort of. Sometimes there is a lot of pressure in carrying out the projects and he always meets the deadlines, but with a three-day migraine as consequence. He has a break around noon to have his lunch and a cup of milky coffee, not too sugary, just a spoon. He loves cantaloupe and whenever possible he takes some for lunch too.
At 5.oo p.m. he's usually out. Mondays and Thursdays he heads towards wherever the team is getting together to practice snooker or to actually play against another team during snooker season. He is the team's champ and quite responsible for the rest of them. This is the moment he cherishes the most --when he feels a relief of all the day's stress. He is highly competitive and this is a good way to be so without harming anyone else's self-esteem. Even though he is very good, sometimes the other team is better, or they are relaxed and he is too tired and he loses. But it doesn't matter because on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays after work he heads towards the nearest pub where they already know he will ask either a Coke or an orange and passion fruit juice. He will open his lap top and get on line around 5.15 p.m. when she will appear on the screen, directly from the other side of the ocean --his gorgeous, lovely and sexy ladyfriend as he calls her. They respect these virtual dates as if they would actually meet at that pub. They have been like this for almost a year. After a half hour or an hour he has to leave --he's got kids to look after, shopping to take home, a dog to walk, a cat to take to the vet and all the other duties a divorced man has.
He arrives home near 19.00 tired, exhausted. All he wants is to chill off. He usually does, he sits on the sofa and stares blankly for a while. He then comes back to life slowly. The kids come to meet him and the dog barks demanding his walk. He takes all of them and they go around the block walking and talking, discussing what their day was about. They come into the house again and while they watch whatever on the telly, they have dinner. They usually watch a comedy or sci-fi film, which are his favourites. He reads to the children and then, when he thinks they are sleeping, he sometimes texts his love before going to sleep. He hugs the pillow imagining it is her. One day, one night it will be her.
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