Ah pisses you know me so well
i had excellent visions of you having a Sam Fox style cape fuck up reading your post 
Lex You wear a bra intentionally in the house???? I just can't... I occasionally panic that all dp sees is some flap titted minger, but he is quite happy with my 'long boobed look'
bitchy Dp has a NeilMed thingy I bought him, because he gets chronic sniffy/nose issues and I can't bear listening to the fucking sniffing. He uses it if he's suffering, and really rates it, although if he's having a sinus flare up it can feel a little uncomfortable at first, but well worth it. On the subject of sock folding, (well, tenuous link really) may I direct you to google 'the crazy russian hacker' who has inspired my dts age ten to fold all of their clothing as if they're in the russian military
and then fire their t-shirts at me as they are like bullets.... I'm intrigued at the sewing links. Have decided to properly learn to sew from scratch.
sass I would chop the bastard hands off any one who dared to touch my charger
romey I did not.... I didn't get measured either though, this is my bra purchasing method.
- Collect handful of bras in size 38 E,
- try on first bra on middle hooks with straps adjusted, ensuring bra strap sits in right bit of back. (just below where most people think) Bend at right angle and scoop all of me booby flesh into the cups. Check all available flesh pulled forwards. Stand up. Check middle of wire sitting on breast bone. Feel pleased at fit of cups. Examine large vertical fold of flesh in centre of back, and think, 'bugger, I need a wider back'
- Try on other bras in vain hope its just that one.
- Discover it's not.
- Listen to measuring ladies in other cubicles keep going to get size 28 D for some cunt out there.
- Get handful of bras in 40 E.
- Curse and swear silently.
- Buy four of the bastard things.
- Get drunk
- Look better in my clothes.
I will post photos tomorrow for your delectation.
Charlie I am completely interested in your size 18 cast offs! I will pay postage and everything.
Beryl Thanks on behalf of dp, and congrats cos you are below me weight wise. We can trudge to 11 stone club together. I'm really pleased things are looking up for your marriage. There is no need to feel a fraud, you were bloody finished, and obviously feel better now, which is just lovely.
Food today has been good, but I think I might be getting stuff the wrong way round. So often eat my carbiest meal in the evening.
So today,
B - Boiled eggs mashed with a lot of butter, mayo and fried streaky bacon
L - Piss tiny serving of tuna with mayo and cucumber from fenwicks food hall whilst buying charbonnel and walker chocs for dm and dmil through gritted teeth for Sunday
D - small rump steak, with a large serving of salad (rocket,spinach, half a lil gem, few radish, celery, crumbled feta and kalamata olives with olive oil and vinegar dressing) plus salt and mayo.
just wanted loads of the salad. In all probably a dinner plate full. But then, looking at the actual ingredients, should that matter? I felt fine at the end, not over full....
Drank 3 litres water and a cup of tea.
Gutted but happy about Terry P
Bawled eyes out watching 'stop cutting our girls' - comic relief FGM programme. Very emotional excellent sad telly.
Think that's partly why I'm blethering so epically.
Dp has infected his brand new mac with some kind of Adware virus. He's having an actual panic attack in the other room. I'm unsympathetic as he was doing stupid stuff on torrents. I will take it to the apple genius people tomorrow.
Good night....
Gcalske tomorrow is another day 