The hidden track of life...(part 1)

I thought I would have a go at writing a short(ish) story. Hope you like it.

20:37...

'DAD!' A single ear piercing screech fills the air.

'Holy mother of god! What? What did I tell you about shouting at me when I'm asleep!' a simple concept I thought I'd got across the last time I nearly DIED of a heart attack.

'What's wrong now?'

My son had just arrived back from his weekly football practice and was frantically kicking a ball around the room. 'Dad, look what I can do! Kick ups!' The ball flew through the air bouncing from wall to wall, floor to foot to hand, everywhere basically but...up. 'Remind me to run you through the finer points of kick ups sometime, because I feel you're missing the point somewhere.' My son looked up, blankly.

If I'm honest, my football skills have always been on a par with a gammy hoofed, lame, pissed up donkey with a nervous twitch in all four legs, but right now football is the least of my priorities.

Slowly but surely I crawl out of the sofa, which for the last 3 months since losing my job has become like a second home to me. Who would have guessed that the world would gain its first black president and the sorting office where I work would be the target of the only confirmed UFO attack, all in the same month! Not me that's for sure. This week I will do the lottery.

So, some people would call me a man of habit. I have to disagree. Only this very morning my usual 2 cups of coffee and a bacon sandwich became 3 cups and a sausage and egg! Sometimes I surprise myself with the spontaneity I'm capable of. As a way of balance, I'll only take the one newspaper to the toilet today...

20:54...

A Man...His kingdom...His throne.

A man has one true haven. Away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life lies an Oasis. A porcelain oasis exhibiting the beauty of Armitage and the functionality of Shanks. The final resting place of the once great King of Rock and Roll - only ever had pins and needles myself - the pinnacle of relaxation. So there is no denying it. I, like every true male, enjoys a good crap. Ignoring the certainty of a gore fueled TV series from the finest Bollywood producer - a messy episode from yesterdays curry - today is no exception. All that stood between me and an evening of ecstasy was...

The door...

To be continued......