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.
Tag Archives: Life
Writing My Autobiography & My New Niece
My mother has told so many lies over the years, she can barely remember what it is she’s lied about, so convinced by her own lies that even I had to point out the massive differences in the stories she has told.
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.!
2020: A Personal Review
The New Year began with a loud bang on the sofa in the front room, Bear and I having no qualms about our neighbours listening in on our sex life.
The Mommy, Christmas Pudding & The Missing Bauble
It’s been a tradition since I moved here to steal a bauble from somewhere to add to our collection. Bear was a bit hesitant at first being an honest upstanding member of society…
Drax And The WhatsApp Video Call, Ten Year Anniversary & Vegetarian Food Delivery Menus
…throwing himself onto the footstool, which carries him to the sofa where he screeches to a halt before he ends up doing a Garfield on the window, barking like crazy, whining and whimpering…
Living On The Edge, Christmas Pudding & The New Niece
I’ve just spent a little over an hour sat on my own, in silence, waiting for him to put the fucking Internet down and spend time with me, while he’s been poncing about playing some Star Trek style game, waiting for me to sit in my spot on the sofa because it seems the TV remote doesn’t work if I’m even an inch out of place.!
Puppy Intelligence, Equity Transfer and A Dying Dad
Far worse than that is that for the past almost year he’s had a hernia and didn’t tell anyone, so it’s become twisted around his bowel and pretty much stopped it working, sealing the lower half of his colon so that it filled up and filled up and then burst, poisoning him with his own waste.
Conference Calls, BDSM & Living La Vida Loca
Guess who’s going to be lugging heavy boxes down two flights of stairs on their own.? Yeah, not Bear. So far he’s gone through his t-shirts…
The Walking Stomach, A Great Niece & Shady Lockdown Dealings
He has a thing for my fluffy slippers and the strings on my hoodie.. well, my hoodie in general and seems to like biting my leg. From doing next to nothing, he’s now permanently doing something, usually something he shouldn’t be. Dear God, what possessed me to agree to this.?!
Dear Diary... 