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Tidy House, Tidy Mind
So, as I’ve mentioned before, I bought our family home under the assumption I’d be living in it with one tiny dog until I was old enough to be classed as a “spinster”, at which point the 29 cats would be added to the mix. I have also mentioned that Daddio and Midi Silver (then… Read more
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Sometimes I Cry.
I’m struggling today. I’m currently sat on the bedroom floor eating those posh chocolate sea shell things, listening to Mini Milk’s squawking, while I ponder my life plan. It’s not ideal. And as Newton Faulkener’s incredibly insightful songs blast out my phone, I realise I am probably having the lead up to an anxiety attack.… Read more
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Vision of Violence
I just wanted to update you all on how things are going for my “perfect family”. This week has seen mummy getting punched in the eye so hard by the Mini Dictator that she couldn’t see and had to be driven home. It has also seen mum develop cellulitis and get poorly to the point… Read more
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What’s in a name?
“Do you mind if I go for a shit, Jen?” Oh the glamour. Oh the sophistication. Oh the delightful femininity. Oh the class. Oh the reality. This Saturday I looked beautiful. There, I said it. It’s not something I say very often, if at all. But on the Milk Monster’s Naming Day I looked every… Read more
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Sibling Royalty
Apologies for lack of blog post today, but a magical thing happened… My queen of a sister arrived to surprise me! Happy tears a-plenty! Read more
