I’m into my 11th year of repelling men so you know, same old same old.

Jovie has just turned 7 months old and I cannot imagine my world without her.

Same old load of nothing really.
The Boy and his family have moved back to Runcorn more specifically next door but one which is just ace.

I’d like to say that I’ve been off living a life you could only dream of but it would be a whopping lie.

I’d not been allowing myself to think about it and my dad said last night that he can’t either.

Spent this afternoon sobbing about how my mum would have idolised her and how there’ll forever be a picture missing.

They’re in the airing cupboard which I can’t get in because Rosie has made a bed in my dressing gown and is blocking the door.
She’s got her paws over her eyes so I’m not moving her.

The texture of the horrid little things,why can’t you just get the juice I like that … no shells though.

By the perpetually single one.

Also, is he morphing into Morrissey?