Apparently, a lot of the guests have pulled out due to the risk of getting the Coronavirus, and the fear of spreading it to their loved ones. They seem to be dropping like flies. My sister is of course, still adamant that it’s going ahead regardless…
Category Archives: Don’t Get Me Started…
Sex For Stress & Being Unexpectedly Productive
Earlier today I decided to clean my front window and started a ripple effect of productivity I didn’t mean to set in motion, but now that jobs have actually gotten done and with none of the usual tutting and sighing, I’m pretty pleased it happened that way.
Wedding Anxiety & Overnight Sailing
I’m very much concerned about what my sister and her new husband will think of me. Hence the demure black dress and proper coloured hair. ‘Mutton dressed as lamb’ is not a label I need.
One Wrong Word Will Get You Gutted Like A Fish….
His tattoo artist friend was actually pretty good and the results of her work are acceptable.
Coffee Maid, Facial Cesspit & Over-Sensitivity, Perhaps.?
The boy child is already well aware that being willing to make the coffee is going to bite him on the ass… When I asked for volunteers, his sister pretended not to hear me… she’s a smart girl sometimes…
Monopoly, Burns & ‘Surprise’ Tattoos
…he’s already gone and had two tattoos done by her without giving me a say in it and now he expects me to allow her to ink me without having a say.
Stroppy Teen, Snazzy Dressing & Plain White Shoes (Or How To Piss Your Partner Off In 5, 4, 3….)
The very first men’s outfitters we tried, the clerk took one look at Bear and recommended another outfitters, he wasn’t even going to try and persuade us that he had anything that would fit him.
Monday
Wish my neighbours would bugger off and annoy the German’s; they’re at it again, screaming and fighting with each other and slamming doors.
Inconsideration, 90’s Grunge & Go-Go Boots
He knows I can’t deal with new people without some preparation. He knows it stresses me the fuck out and makes me anxious and jumpy and nervous. He did it anyway.
Imelda Marcos, Roman Domestic Abusers & Road Racers
Some vintage, some retro styled, most glossy, sexy ‘fuck me’ shoes because I was that age, stripper heels a plenty, a pair of New Rock’s I bartered for because I couldn’t afford them but wanted them SO badly.
Dear Diary... 