Tomorrow is the start of December. The start of it being officially acceptable to do festive type stuff; put the tree up, drink mulled wine, wear knitted snowflake jumpers, listen to Buble’s Christmas album, and best of all… have a constant offering of Quality Street on the go (‘cept I don’t offer them). AdvertisementsRead More Day: Shameless confessions
I’ve had a funny ‘ol weekend. Mr Snacks has been ill. Bless him. Admittedly I mocked him a little because, well, I never get ill. Rarely do you hear me hocking it up or looking drained of colour with eyes the size of p*ss holes. But I got my just deserts didn’t I. Karma really is a […]Read More Day: The lergy became inconvenient
There are times, when it’s your nephews birthday, that you just can’t help but wind them up. I mean, it’s the poor kids birthday. 5 today he is. And there I am, telling him I have no presents for him. That he’s not the only special one because it’s everyone’s birthday today… and that if […]Read More Day: A public apology… to my 5yr old nephew.
Every day I scroll through my Facebook – as dull as I find the news feed (sorry friends), it’s one of those “must haves” in this day and age (sh*t I sound old) – but I often come across those horrendous ads. You know the ones! They have the most disgusting (gorgeous) dresses, that make me […]Read More Day: Sometimes you just need a reason
So I have a bit of a theory. A long time ago – I decided to ditch the weighing scales. Not only because I was bored of hearing the “muscle weighs more than fat” shit (ok, it’s absolutely NOT shit, it’s fact. Whenever I was “on one” working out like a soldier, I noticed my […]Read More Day: When the skinny jeans fit…
It’s widely known amongst my friends and family that this time of year calls for permanent nights in – for me anyway. I like the whole being curled up, slops on (‘slops’ being my chill clothes for those that are unfamiliar with this term), film on, hot chocolate (wine) in hand, surround by a few […]Read More Day: Being a hermit