He doesn’t like being told what to do and whinges and whines about the self isolation and social distancing. The bloody fool thinks he’s invincible and that it won’t get him.
Tag Archives: Personal
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.
Matters Of Communication & The Wrong Shoes
We chatted about the wedding, travel plans and social commitments that are causing me a great deal of stress, and my hopes to see my son when we get to the UK.
Wedding Outfits, Lunch & Hair Dye Disasters
At this rate we’ll have to mix and match or pay a damned fortune for a bespoke suit he likely will never wear again. 😦
Spring, Liars & Awesome Curry
So much for not having political meetings until March.! The sneaky bastards have arranged a meeting for tomorrow night and for next Wednesday evening.
80’s Music, Immigrants & a Narcissistic Control Freak
He’s not sure he wants to though, which is fine with me, as his father is a manipulative narcissist, who controls people with emotional blackmail, intimidation and threatened violence. He treated me and my kids like shit for years. I walked aw
Pear Shaped Toast & Distant Relatives
It’s fun researching and trying to figure it out, so that’s what I’ve spent a few hours doing today, while browsing BonPrix and Torrid and other plus size online stores…
Pastry, Fucking Pastry & The Namer of Storms
Storm Ciara has decided to pay us a visit. Who makes up these names.? Do they get paid to.? Is there going to be a Storm Colin or a Hurricane Nigel at some point.?
Writing, Kids & Wedding Suits
I’d hoped to wear a cream dress I already had, but I haven’t lost enough inches around my chest to be able to get back into it, so I’m looking for something else. She
Dear Diary... 