right in the middle of moving house and only on the laptop as my Older Man is now White Van Man driving our worldly goods to the new place and would go nuclear if he knew I was online and not arm deep in packing...
extreme sorry about the shit birthday. I don't know why we bother after 21. But glad you have whisky in the house - did you swill it round a big glass with three lumps of clinky ice a la Sue Ellen Ewing? With a wobbly lip and your shirt falling off one shoulder?
wee sorry about the hiccup. Go to the doctor, though - and chin up, clearly all your bits are in the right place. Next time!
cosmo Great news about the job! What a relief.
VAG GET OUT FROM UNDER THE BED.
hag mani sounds so sweet. At least you know you've done it once, and you can do it again - my big cloud of gloom is that after trying so long, and with apparently nothing wrong with me, I'm just not meant to have kids. Which I can totally deal with, but would rather have the news delivered by mother nature NOW, instead of spinning it out for the next five years in manner of Lost.
scorpette Am a bit of a household slattern but know what you mean about eating in places where things are 'wiped out' rather than washed. [shudder] my own filth is one thing, but other people's... Groo. Although if you could see the dust that was under our bed when we moved it, you'd all have your screen disinfecting wipes out. Dust, and - ironically - the Lakeland spring cleaning catalogue.
Bollocks. The van is back...