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Blatantly Fucking Incompetent.!

On Thursday I went into hospital for my total right hip replacement surgery. I came home 10 hours later to piles of dirty dishes, dog hair all over the floor, dog food teeming with flies and no support aids.

Moving House & Lofgren’s Syndrome OR Seriously Crap Timing.!

In early March, Bear and I decided now was the time to start the process of moving house. We’ve been in this hellhole for more than nine years and finally the house prices had started to rise, so we could finally afford to get out and find something new in a much better neighbourhood…

My OCD Is Pissing Me Off.!

It encourages me to sanitise myself, the house, the dog and everything Bear has been within ten feet of. I am already using masks, gloves and hand sanitiser and wiping down everything before I touch it.

Roller Blinds, Bathroom Woes, The Knee Specialist & Someone Bought MY House.!!!!

Bear was browsing through the estate agents websites looking at houses when he shows me his iPad screen and says “your house has sold”. The actual FUCK.?!! Who the..? What the..? How.?!! WHY.?!! Nooooooooooooooooooooo.! *wails* My house.!!

A Bear In The Bathroom, The Bacterial Infection & I Want That House

In the process of finding a way out of this house, I went through the websites of a few local estate agents and found THE house. MY house. The PERFECT house for us. A big, characterful house built in 1906, with an extension that houses a garage and a conservatory, with a garden that is half terraced and 12 metres by 10 metres.!

Slowly, A Professional Job, Dodging The Sadist & The Male Nurse

You make an account, design a limited avatar, write a bio and make a list of interests. The app. can match you with other people who have the same interests or you can browse through the list of users yourself.

Martian Slavery, Expecting Too Much & The Food Stalker

Irritated beyond comprehension by the lack of Bear’s control over his bloody annoying daughter, both were in the firing line of my damned-near volcanic temper.

Floodwater, Procrastination, Sports Obsession & Wedding Avoidance

Great.! Nothing like stinking, stagnant water and flying, buzzing, bitey things to contend with while you’re trying to drag sopping wet, old, deteriorating cardboard boxes away from the water, and all the crap you (Bear) were supposed to have gotten rid of down the tip, three years ago while sweating like a turkey at Thanksgiving.!

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A Family History in Letters

Letters from the women in my family to their mothers from 1910-1980.

What I found

The art of losing

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The Life and Times of a retired Soldier, Boxer, Pilot, Husband, Father and Grandfather

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tales of untruths

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My adventures in trail running and awkward socials

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