He eats Vindaloo like it’s korma and ate a big bowl of chicken wings that had been spiced with Carolina Reaper peppers while we were in Prague a couple of years ago.
Tag Archives: Personal
Buddy, Bear, Brexit and Learning To Speak Dutch
I got a Brexit letter yesterday from the local council, telling me that as some point between now and December 31 2020 I will be invited to apply for permanent residency in the Netherlands.
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.
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.
Coughing, Driving and Resisting The Urge
I like to drive even though I haven’t in almost seven years. Bear won’t let me. I have a driving license, he just won’t let me. He won’t add me to the insurance.
Calcific Tendonitis and Foods That Start With C
I’m already doing a great T-Rex impersonation, with the very short range I have with my arms and the limited use. I can’t lift anything heavier than a few items of clothing, can’t put my arms behind my back, or my hands behind my head to brush my hair…
A Compulsion To Be Obsessive and other Germs
So every time I coughed I used a tissue, threw it away and washed my hands, face and hygiene sprayed my immediate area, to kill the germs. If I sneezed it was the same, except I used a Qtip dipped in hygiene spray to wipe around my nostrils to kill the germs that caused the sneeze.
Dear Diary... 