It hadn't even been a year since we settled here and already the landscape had changed. We'd planned for life as was to be expected, we aren't monks after all, but I don't think any of us had expected that s**t to catch up with us this soon.
Still, it was good to see my boys happy and acting like love sick asses, even though most of the time it made me want to hurl. After the fuckery we'd dealt with in the field it was more than their just rewards. Now if we could just put paid to the s**t we'd become embroiled in here at home, s**t would be smooth sailing.
The intrusive and very unwelcomed thought brought me up short. There was a lot of s**t going down around here lately, too f*****g much for my taste. I wondered not for the first time if I could slip away and take care of s**t on my o
