Whheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Another lovely day! How is everyone doing?
baby hello gorgeousness! Lovely to see you! I'm on steroids at the minute, shiting things. Also struggling with weight gain, but trying hard to keep everything else in check.
My pattern goes like this.
I don't look after my fragile skin.
I don't bother with make up and look tired and old.
I don't straighten my hair. Big one that. Frizz fest without the ghds.
Baggy, dark clothing. If I'm off work and going out, I float about in girly stuff, pretty linens and velvets, posh bag. If I feel shite, I look like a bag of it. 
I bite/pick my nails. This is a good indicator of shiteness. If my nails are stubby, raw and bleeding, I'm crying out for help.
Ironing piles up to mammoth proportions. Not even Columbo inspires me to tackle it. xx
guggs you had me crying at feet! Feet! xx
Soc I don't live in a hilly village anymore. To be honest, I haven't lived there since I got myself in a bit of a spot one night. Long story short, I got pissed and someone robbed me. He took all my jewellery, and the last bit of my self respect. Was too pissed to notice. And too ashamed to let the police know. I heard he got arrested a few months later, I was glad. The only time I was okay was when I walked round the lochs in the afternoons. Always hungover in the morning, always drunk at night. But that little window in the afternoon? An oasis of peace, calm and hope.
I thank the stars Facebook and mobile cameras didn't exist then. I feel very fortunate that most of my indiscretions were confined to the village. and that very little photographic evidence exists. xx
ma how are you the day? I hope the melancholy has eased a little. xx
looking, I get full of Big Plans Of What I'm Going To Do. Then I'll delay starting until 9am, which turns into 10am, 11am and so on and so forth. Then maybe I'll just watch this on the telly...then maybe tomorrow..then definitely next weekend....I hate myself for that. xx
Hello Violet, how are you lovely? Tis a fab bus this, no regulation bus stops, no bad tempered drivers, it picks you up right outside your house and drops you off again, all buoyed up and ready to face the day. It's always available, there's always a duvet and there is always a hand to hold. xx
spanna!! Hello you!! (I didn't know what PB meant either ) I am also fancy a glass of cold fizz, I settled for carrot and orange juice. I'm trying to stay strong, but it's hard. I have an image of Father Ted, the one where they give up things for Lent. Where he is hallucinating - Aaaaaaaaaaaah Lovely Faaaaaaaaaaggggs.
Sorry you had such a bad night lovely, I wish you the dreamiest of dreams tonight and a restful snooze. I'm the opposite at the minute, I'm exhausted, and sleep through. My dreams are vivid but not scary, just achingly sad.
at your Wouf ignoring her pug friend in the quest for a pee! Little is a sprinkler, can pee 10 - 15 times on a walk. She gets easily distracted if she spots an incoming and has been known to get pissed on because she has a fascination with dog penises. Head straight in there. (one owner who isn't like her dog....).
Sending you a Paddington Hard Stare to sort out your DD, my dad was the master of The Eyebrow. The Eyebrow could stop a full blown tantrum, slay backchat, flatten cheek and dry up a whine at a thousand paces. (It still feckin works! ).
I have yet to master The Eyebrow. I am a personal fan of the Thinned Lips. Tell her Auntie Wry is nigh.
I'll put on me Batman Hat and everything. xx
Off for a spot of tea and marmite on toast. Catch you in a bit xx