I think the worst thing about recovery, any recovery, physical, mental, everything is that it’s never a straight line. There’s no straight forward gradually rising slope upwards. It’s all curling back and forth getting something right, whilst something else goes wrong. It’s frustrating. Unless you look at it like a game of Talisman I guess. … Read More
CW: suicide, suicide ideation Spoilers: Minimal but some I was genuinely excited about the trailer for Aladdin. Will Smith struck me as the best possible option to be cast as Genie. I wondered if Robin Williams had still been alive whether they could have managed to cast anyone else. Aladdin is one of those rare … Read More
CW: Suicide I have a real problem with suicide. I’m technically too old to be an Emo and too young to have been an actual Goth. (Though tell that to the neighbour who called eighteen year old Mish’s dyed black hair a phase). But I’ve got the Anxiety, Depression and Suicidal Urges to go with … Read More
My bets paid out to 5th and 6th place for the National so I’m up on the bookies, a position I enjoy being in. Then Cambridge did me proud! So FJ is buying me dinner plus dessert and coffee. It’s not been a bad weekend, even when I had to bail on M-I-L’s birthday it … Read More
This weekend I will probably be losing some money. I’ve got high hopes for the National but less so for the Boat Race. However, I got good odds on Anibale Fly and they’ve distinctly shortened since. I put a bit on One For Arthur mostly for last year, not with any real thoughts to win … Read More
If you’re sitting in a coffee shop with an attractive friend is it wrong to look at them and really hope someone in the shop has assumed you’re dating? It probably bespeaks insecurity on my part, but y’know she was looking hot today.
WF told me there were some good snakes in The Reptile Shop in Morecambe. That might be true but the Excellent Lesbian and I managed to go to two former reptile shops and failed utterly to find any snakes in Morecambe. We went up to Williamson Park and took in the chameleon and mini beasts … Read More
I am thirty seven. I have no children. I am not displeased by this but I am surprised. I had assumed that I would end up with children no matter what I tried to do with my life. The notion that what I do, what I aim for and what I attempt actually affects my … Read More
I’m still thinking about the guy from primary school. He worked out on the oil rigs, not uncommon for smart guys from The Shire. It’s good money if you have the smarts and can cope with the weird isolation of a rig. A lot of the people who I went to primary school with, some … Read More
When I was a kid I had a burgundy red velvet skirt which I loved. Inside the hem were the name labels of most of the other girls who’d had that skirt before me. At least one of them was at University by the time I wore the skirt at Primary School. Part of the … Read More
