I just sit there listening and observing and smiling benignly when they tell rude jokes and then apologise to me for their language, like they don’t know I’m English and can out cuss them any day of the week.
Author Archives: wildwantonandweary
Vegans, Writing and Competitive Plushies
He said it was okay to bring meat and vegetarian stuff, but I’d find that quite offensive when everyone I know knows I’m vegan and then brings animal flesh and produce into my home.
Rheumatoid Jalapeno’s, Politics & Being Random
Dinner’s done and cooling, ready to go in a container for Bear to take to work. I made a North African Shakshuka today, that’s accompanied by Greek yoghurt and a toasted Turkish flatbread with Italian olive oil.
Alien Concepts, Killer Mould and Talking Bollocks.!
It also means he won’t be calling me to talk bollocks for 3 hours or more until he gets a new one, and I mean that in a loving, motherly way…
Writing and Psychic Recycling
I’ve been writing since February 2017, so we’re pretty far close to my thirties by now, which is when all the really dark stuff starts and it’s not that easy to write about, because in writing you have to relive the emotions of the moment…
Do You Wanna Build A Snowman.?
Today is gonna be a long ass day.! It started just before 6am… 6AM people.! 😮 Like… who starts a day that early.? Bear… Bear starts a day that early… most days in fact… because he’s weird… and has to start work at 7.30am. Anyway, 6am I’m listening to Bear shower, trying desperately not toContinue reading “Do You Wanna Build A Snowman.?”
Monday Morning Perkiness and Other Sadistic Tendencies
How did I know this would be his first port of call.? It’s ALWAYS his first port of call. He has a thing for sticking needles in me. He knows I hate the things. That’s why he does it. Bloody sadist.
Sunday, Mommy Sunday
For the first time, in a lot of months, Bear spent the evening with me… WITHOUT his iPad or phone.!! \o/ I can’t even remember far enough back to recall how long it’s been since that’s happened.
Saturday Soul Music
This is also why I hate being ill. I have no control over my sleeping self. Not that I’m a control freak in the ex-
Crazy, Madly, Deeply In Love With Bear
He’d fibbed about being the person he really was, the person he’d described to me when we met, the man he’d made himself out to be was the person he wished he was, the person he wanted to be, not the person he was.
