shazza that bloke sounds like he's straight from some sort of Victorian school of twattery. Honest to god, I have never heard something so stupid or irresponsible. As if this isn't as stressful enough, you have that sort of nonsense to deal with too. Ignore him. Block out anything he says as white noise, and if that doesn't work, just punch him in the face next time he wants to give you any words of 'advice' because unless the old twat has actually had a baby, he has nothing of relevance to say'. Shazlett will be absolutely fine if you take her on holiday. She'll even be fine if you move about a bit, make a cup of tea or SHOCK go for a walk to the shops. The next time a man gives you any advice about pregnancy or childbirth, if he isn't wearing a medical sort of coat or isn't Mr Shazza, tell them politely but firmly to do one. Messing with our Shazza's brain is not a good idea right now and if you mess with Shazza, you mess with us - Right girls ? I may live in Surrey now but I am a South London scrapper at heart. A Saturday wasn't a Saturday unless you had a belly full of drink, a snog with a random and a row with the cab driver on the way home 
. But I digress.
And relax.
So, in an effort to stop myself from going a bit mentalcrayzee at home, i decided to go to that sculpture exhibition. It was brilliant. I love art but have no idea how it works, so I do like broadening my pathetically limited horizons. I have even signed up for a drawing class tomorrow morning, which is laughable, because I really really cannot, I repeat CANNOT, draw or paint. I did explain this to the girl when I booked it but she looked at me benevolently and said I should be fine. Ha ha, she hasn't seen my bloody drawing. Still, it should be a laugh if nothing else, if only to see this poor artist despair at the hormonal halfwit who has joined his class. Right now, I am sitting in the very civilised cafe, stuffing my fat face with cake (hmmmm, gotta stop the afternoon cake troughing - bad bad Noks) listening to the chatter of all of the ladies wot lunch and who clearly don't have any jobs. All the men have brightly coloured jumpers on, or neck ties and are terribly posh. How the other half live eh ? I have taken a vow of silence as if they hear my common as muck accent, they may think I've escaped from the local borstal and have me thrown out.
So, tills what time are you at Flintstones seeing Dr Barney Rubble ? How will you feign surprise when he confirms to Lord Toffee that you are indeed preggers with Bam Bam ? Will this mean that you will get a new bonnet to wear and a new bed to take to like a proper Victorian Laydee ? Questions, questions, questions. Do be sure to report in.
fairy hello ! It is most amusing to hear that both you and dildals may have children who have been tangoed due to the excessive orange juice drinking ! Weird about the old wives tale.
euro holiday booked - good. I hope work are looking after you out there in the USA ?
By the way, I love the fact that all of totally ignored that random who posted a weird message early this morning.
Hello everyone else.
Noks xx