my son's just back from his first tour on telic.
for the past week he's been "rehydrating" in the local, been sick on the stairs, in the bath and the house stinks of uneaten kebab.
his once tidy room looks like a harrier paid a visit and the fridge is nearly empty.
i'm the most proud father on the street and looking forword to my best crimbo in years.
if you read this son "GOD BLESS YA, AND ALL YER MATES"
