I have typed and lost so much ruddy posts, on the train again. Keeps flicking onto adverts 
Aww ma there's a bit of a theme running through your poetry... when did the Tardis disappear!?! Give it back HQ! Oor ma needs that Tardis to transport her to another time and place... Xx
joey what's worst wi ye ma quine? Now I for one think you are poorly, there's something going on there that needs sorting. The description of how you're feeling isn't right, have you got something going on in your middle ear? you, me dear, are not a malingering tart (loved that description Gary used to describe Dorothy in Men Behaving Badly) so get thee to that doctor again my lovely, xx
beaches Little and I didn't see past 10pm last night. Auntying is a tiring business. It's so stressful, so scared of them breaking when they're on my watch. Little Doesn't Do Racket. She is very tolerant but her eyes are surprisingly expressive...
Waving my big spangly pom-poms for your big 1-0!' Woopwoop!Xx
hope ahh, now my sweetpea, I know it'll work out for you, how can it not, when you are such a good egg? I can only imagine how stuck you feel at the minute, I know it must seem like you've got a big spot to squeeze, there's pros and cons to each decision. Do you wait it out and hope that it'll all work out or do you squeeze, initial relief but it may leave a mark and make you question whether or not you did the right thing?
What's for ye winna go by ye. Haud gaun, my bonny lass, I've a feeling in my watter that it's going to come okay, xx P.S forgive me for making it all about plooks and piss, I know what I'm trying to say, it doesn't always come out flowery but it's meant with love, always, always, always, I wish you the very best of happy, (((happy is a-coming Bosie))))) and you are Not Old. You're just flowering and the young non flowery stalks are just shiting jealous, that is all. Innit. xxx
baby in my mind's eye we are on our lovely big horses, on a beach in the morning sunshine, with the breeze blowing away our pain and cobwebs. There is a flask and a big pile o sandwiches on a big tartan rug with our name on it, and a big net o sweet smelling hay for our trusty steeds. Only the best for my horsey pal, miss you petal, (((((((hay and sweaty tack smelling bosies because I know that's what you need)))))) xxx
venus, you are my owl. Wise, you can see all the way round and are a mass of downy loveliness when we need warmth and wisdom. But no eating the mouse cos I love the wee tim'rous beastie. (((((Morningside Bwah))))) xxx
soc now then Sarge.... Deportment you say? I can hold my knife and fork properly, I can get out of the bus without flashing my drawers, I can walk and hold my heid up like a thistle, but.... I'm a sloucher. There is too much arse at the back o me to get my back straight against the back of the chair. And I dare say my turn of phrase wouldn't pass muster either. but God loves a trier. xxx
faire my breasts were in training for Great Things. They are still waiting. They wanted a fumble with the Divine Dave Gahan. They live in hope.... 
At lubed!! I'm on the train and I just spluttered and had to turn it into a cough and everything. I look like a numpty. Xxx
Right apologies to all I haven't NC but will try to post this before it goes pfft. Lovies to one and all, xxx