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.
They are not human, they are not even scum… they’re lower than that.! I’ve always known people were only as good as they’re next meal… and not a hell of a lot of what people do to each other surprises me.
He says his mother feels better now, although she is still somewhat afraid that she may already be infected and she’s promised to let him know how she feels every day
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…
The fact that he hates making decisions told me he was stressing about it, so I took it out of his hands. I told my sister this morning.
We don’t have a plan B for the children, and it’s only a matter of time before the Dutch government impose a travel ban. And if they do it after we’ve left the country, we may not be able to get back in, which leaves us in the lurch, stranded in the UK with no idea how long it will be until we can get home again.
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.
At this rate I’m going to have a week to break the new shoes in before wearing them for 11 hours straight. 😦 I have a
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.
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