A Dog Called Dez--The Story of how one Amazing Dog Changed his Owner's Life by John Tovey

A Dog Called Dez--The Story of how one Amazing Dog Changed his Owner's Life by John Tovey

Author:John Tovey [John Tovey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781782198307
Publisher: John Blake Publishing
Published: 2013-09-15T00:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER TEN

Journey to Hell

IMOVED TO LONDON permanently in the autumn of the new millennium. For many it was a new start and in a way it was for me too. This was my life now.

Armed with a bulging wage packet, I’d send a chunk back to Tracey for James and booze the rest up the wall. I was high on beer with whisky and vodka chasers. My drinking became so bad that soon I was buying half a bottle of vodka just to drink on my way to the pub. The years passed by in a blur of routine, work, drink and journeys home to see my son. I was drinking every single day, sometimes up to a whole bottle of whisky. I’d pressed the self-destruct button and was now well on the way to ruin.

My home was a small flat in the Canning Town area of London. By day, I worked at the Canary Wharf development, mainly on the HSBC tower. There was lots of on-going investment in the city and for someone in my job as a fabricator and welder there was a lot of money to be made. Soon I was cash rich and, when James was 12, I had enough in the bank to send him to private school. But I refused to let him board, he was always a day pupil. I was determined he’d get a good education and not follow the same path I did. I wanted James to have aspirations and expect more from life than his old man ever had.

Tracey and I had split but before then we had upgraded to a nice three-bed semi-detached house in Sunnyside, Frampton Cotterell, so she stayed there whilst I remained holed up in London. We talked often on the phone, mainly about James, and vowed to remain friends for his sake. Tracey was and still is a good person and just because things hadn’t worked out between us didn’t mean I wanted to lose my best friend. There was no massive row or bust-up, I’d seen too many in my youth; instead we decided to deal with it like adults. I still loved my ex-wife but I knew I couldn’t make her happy and that was the one thing she deserved more than anything else in the world. So, I was delighted for her when a few years later she met a lovely bloke called Phil. Together they went onto marry and have two beautiful daughters. Despite everything, we all remained friends so much so, that as soon as the girls were born, I became their unofficial uncle – a title I still hold proud to this day.

Work on the Channel Tunnel rail link started up so I got a job working on a tunnel boring machine. It was hard and dirty graft but the money was plentiful as we slowly bored our way through the city from St Pancras to Kent. Now and again, work would dry up and we’d get laid off between contracts.



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