Himself won't have it. He insists they give you all the crappy bruised fruit and veg and short dated stuff. I'd rather do that, just walking around the supermarket I need painkillers now.

Whatever they were doing was done well, it was an impressive production, just too weird for me.

The shopping I got was just the important stuff. Wine, chocolate, snacks and beige things to fling in the air fryer for dinner because I don't cook Fridays. Mums night off.

I've already washed and dried two loads of laundry, another one on the go, taken the teenager to the Dr, been shopping and wrapped a birthday gift for his little mate, so that'll have to do. Got to do the dreaded Big Shop tonight though. Urgh. Hate it.

Ta

The teenager made me pay 140 quid a ticket to see one on stage. It was very boring and odd, I didn't have a clue what was going on.

What is that clip from? It's bugging me

And they've taken most of the sugar out now, thanks to Jamie big tongue, so it doesn't even taste as nice as it did.

It seems it was rather prevalent.

We had a predatory paedophile lesbian who used to watch us shower to 'make sure we got clean properly' the 80s were wild.

I don't even know if it is arthritis for sure. They keep changing their minds about what's wrong.

I want to take the dogs to Richmond park this weekend now but I won't have time.

Me?