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Focus on the positives my dear, the calm, the happiness of your children, you. Focus on you.
Grieve? You must, you must, you must. (((((bosie)))) Losing the person you loved even when he wears an arsehole for a face is no less real than a death.
Don't swallow his lies and contemptible treatment of you as truth. You are worth so much more than that. One day at a time, our wee mantra, will stand you in good stead. You will soar one day, it might take a wee while but that day will come.
It is not your fault. Truly it's not.
elba wakey wakey, m'dear, hope you had a fine snooze and that work goes well tonight, x
joey awwwwww fit like quine? How've ye been?
Doos aye pickin? I am fair scunnert, gotta say. On top of a shitty couple of weeks I ran out of time so picked up a bag o (allegedly all-butter) butteries from a rival baker. Not my beloved Aitkens. That ruddy bypass means that Aitkens gets cleared out of the well fired ones by a platoon of digger drivers quicker than the Haudagain gets clogged in a morning.
Anyhow, the rival butteries... You know the ad If Carling did....? Well strike that and change it to If doll's houses did butteries.... Tiny shiting wee, when I cut it there was zero evidence o butter and the paper bag was dry
wi nary a greasy spot on it. I am off tomorrow so will be in early doors to John Street with my anti-digger driver spray, 8 o yer finest crispy anes please. And one for the road hame.
I am sat in my jammies post gardening, floating between the bus and an online puzzle (cheers claret
how did I exist before this marvellous invention!) and the Counter Terrorist is oven hovering for roast chicken and parsnips.
There is a cider in the fridge, an elderflower cider, I meant to pick up fizzy elderflower from Marks and didn't. I am very strong at this minute in time and my fingers are mighty busy so I'm hoping it stays that way.
Opening the fridge is a military operation these days, hound also doubles as fridge ninja, all in black, stealthy and silent with quicker responses than a SWAT team. The fridge door only needs to be open a crack, she sniffs, turns her head sideways, thrusts, opens her mouth like a furry crocodile, seeks her target, steals and runs in a nanosecond.
Never goes for salad though. Noooo. Leaves that for me. 
ma check him oot! He knows he's onto a good thing.
Is he expecting waitress service? He is fabulous! I miss next door's cat like crazy, when I got home in the early hours he would be out on the rake but would always run up to say hi. He dribbled with happy when fussed. Little adored him, and he her. I would love a cat.