ma I hope ye've had a better day quine, what a shitter of a day ye had yesterday. Yer bean juice touched your fried egg a few too may times yesterday, nae much wonder it all came to a heid. Hopefully the board member will not be an arse about it, we all have a tipping point m'dear, I hope the scales have levelled oot a bitty for ye the day ((((settlingbosie)))) xx
joey I snuck an afternoon off and headed into the toon today. Just two hours o me time, went to Books and Beans and ddddddddddrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm roll.......
Aitkens
My cup runneth o'er. As does the bread bin. 
You doing okay quine? xx
ruby hello quine, how the divil are ye? xx
genie in a couple of weeks it will all be by and past, stay strong my dear, we will do it, you'll see. xx
choc have you had a rubbish day? Are you off for the weekend? Anything nice planned? xx
lala how are you petal? Thinking of you and pup, hope you are being bosied and loved, xx
spanna I forgot to say in all the stramash that your photograph of your bouf was stunning! So proud of you sweetpea, and I am clinging on to the hem of The Smock of Smug, hoping a thread will unravel a bit and magically start wrapping round me and weaving itself into a Tabard of Try. Miss you, but wow, look at you go! (((((((((bosiebosiebosie)))))))) xxxxxx
I don't know what it is but I struggle a bit at Christmas, it's not just the expectations other folk have, or the expectations I have to control myself and my opportunities for a blowout, but it feels deeper. A sadness of some kind, loneliness despite being surrounded by folk, grieving for those I loved and miss dreadfully. And probably just as it gets towards the big day, panic and the need to flee.
I long for spring, all those fresh wee buds and little green shoots fill me with hope and joy again. Because I've been drinking a little more again, I feel bloaty and fat, my skin has dulled and I can't even blame a harsh winter. I know the remedy. Drier/dry January for me.
I bought a fab waxed cape to ride/walk the fiend in, it's a bonny lime green, (yup ma keep an eye oot for a seaglass hunter sashaying aboot like a voluminous opal fruit singing Judy Garland) and I feel like a kid again wearing it. I just need matching wellies and I'm a' the bash. My Dubarrys are a bit redundant due to lack of dog walking but they just won't go with this cape.
I have got a small bottle for tonight, one of the tiny M&S ones. A few people said "oh just get me a bottle of something for Christmas" and I have but they are sitting there like malevolent wee shites willing me to rip them open. I made a special effort wrapping those ones to stop me liberating them. Elaborate winding of ribbon, glittery shit etc.
Tonight I will be good and just have The One.
Laters taters xx