So. Christmas eve. Got the flat organised, got settled with #1 daughter and she gets a phone call. From her father. Me being the nice person that I am and #1 daughter knowing this, says on the phone..."yes dad. Of course you can come up dad" "what number are we? We are number 8." At this precise moment in time, I wished I was number four. (Apologies go out to all my fellow genre fans at this moment in time.)

Anyway, after a quick change, no phone box in sight, (groan) the doorbell rings.
In walks #1 daughter's father.  A bit worse for wear with the drink but in he walks anyway.
Me being me, as I mentioned before, welcomed him and offered him a drink. Surprisingly enough, he was really civil! IE: I am no longer frightened of him!
Was it that moment that decided it? I'm not sure. I just know that he is no longer a threat to me and I actually felt sorry for him.
Go me!

Laters xx