Evening everyone, how are you?
joey hugs to you my love, you're going through the mill a wee bit, aren't you? Are your parents in law able to help you a bit, short term? Your DH's colleagues are not helping the stress factor, the twatters. Working from home is still work.
Re your symptoms, I am going through early menopause, your body throws all sorts of up and downy symptoms at you, I have very sore breasts as we speak, out of nowhere, yet haven't had a period or sore breasts since Mirena settled. I second the buying of fizzy juice, crisps etc before you set off, it will save you a small fortune. I hope you find a solution, you sound like you need your wee break, xx
spanna hello lovey, how's your day been? Have you been delighting in your double figures day? I have an image in my mind of you going about with a big pink glittery badge on. An 'I am 10' badge 
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I have had another lovely day, now the weather has broken a bit I don't get so hot and scunnered. Work is going okay, since I stood up to my boss, I have felt a bit more in control. Knowing I have a problem has made life easier, if that makes sense? I know why my feelings were spiralling out of control, I am gradually finding me again, and I like me a lot more at the moment. Little likes me more too, she always got upset when I cried. As for WB, he is perplexed as to why I sound so indifferent when he phones. Because I am. I am put in mind of the name of the Two Ronnies sketch, The Worm That Turned. I'm the worm.
just several years ago, I found myself falling down drunk outside, sleeping where I lay, sometimes covered in vomit. Much of the time I fell asleep on an isolated path back from the village, sometimes in deep snow. I gave up a very, very good job then, to take a job (part time in a bar) which allowed me more time to drink. I lived for the 'and have one yourself...' I am so lucky I am still here, I put myself in the most god awful unsafe and dangerous situations. When I think of where I could have been career and money wise...
However, I retrained, I do a job which makes me happy (but not rich ) and I am fairly content with my lot. Looking back, I got through a small fortune, lost friends, sometimes I could have crawled under a rock with shame, I made my family despair, which hurts so, so much. They are proud of me now, even though they know I struggle sometimes. It's a fight, some days are easier than others but I keep on trying. As you must. Nobody expects perfection, keep on keeping on. Fabulousness is yours, xx
Anne I too head for the luscious reds when it turns autumnal. I may just head for a really warming ginger beer instead, or a warm berry cordial this year. I love a proper kick your arse be-hooved ginger beer, Fentimanns isn't bad. xx
ma haud gaun my lass, you're okay. Sexy eyes will see you through. I would sing some Dr Hook for you, but the dog might start crying and giving me the look. But know I'm dancing, and singing in my head. Sending a fecking big bosie your way. T'interbosie if you will. xx
baby how are you sweetheart? You okay? I hope you are swishing merrily, although I suspect you may not be, much as I wouldn't wish that. Properly wrapping you in a big bosie, you are fab, I miss your posts and there is a very empty seat here. Haste ye back quine, xx
marfisa miss you too lovey, how are you? I hope your absence means that you have found your Proper Work mojo and that you are churning out pages and pages of Proper Stuff. Thinking of you, xx
little sending you a big squidge from me and Little, hope you are okay lovely, thinking of you too, xx
Faire your post re social drinking was an inspiration. I am going to try it the first night of the horse trials. My friends are staying in their lorry, and having a barbeque the first night, the food tent always has bottles of fine AF fizz, will bring a bottle of that. To see if I Can. xx
Soc I am sitting at the front, looking ahead. Still want a little shottie of the Smock of Smug. Just five minutes...g'wan.