where was I @ 2012 hrs?

.....back to watching the box and being soothed by the extremely dulcet tones of Francesco da Mosta after a rather harrowing day at work. It never ceases to astonish and disappoint me how unutterably cruel people can be, especially to their own children and how the damage they inflict on one can have a ripple effect of destruction on everyone else around them.


But, where were you at 2012 hours?