Ah well, never mind, you already know I’m no professional and who has time for photoshop when there’s the final few episodes of Schitts Creek to watch?! Continue reading →
I get anxious opening my website sometimes. I don’t know why, its ridiculous. I saw 7 comments awaiting approval and my instant reaction was oh my god, what have I said now?! The 7 comments were all Spam, thanks brain. Haven’t written anything for a while because everything I write… Continue reading →
What sort of absolute idiot would start cleaning the door handles with anti-bacterial wipes and then think its a good idea to clean the car with them. Well, this idiot. And then it dried. Waaaaaah! Continue reading →
He sent some examples and then the reality kicked in. What are you doing?! I’m going to get my blog link in there! But you’re telling EVERYBODY absolutely EVERYTHING! Eh? Have you read my blogs? Continue reading →
Umm…put the whole biscuit in your mouth at once so no crumbs to clean up Continue reading →
“It started with the cross stitch, I hadn’t realised just how popular really sweary things could be, so I thought I’d test the water with sweary earrings and used the same words that were most popular on cross stitch.” Continue reading →
I’ll be honest with you, I’m a bit “chuck it in and hope for the best” but the pleasure from watching them grow is next level. I mean, WHO KNEW?! [Welcome to Old Age, Population: Me] Continue reading →
Part 1 – Why I’ll Never Use Boots Pharmacy Again Well I knew I was addicted anyway but Monday really was showtime. Where to start… I’ll try not to bore you with all the details. Hah! You know I’ll bore you with every single last detail. Confused? Welcome to my… Continue reading →
Anyway, thanks Boots for your absolute zero compassion and understanding of invisible disabilities, even though I explain to you every single time that I’ve had a brain injury and get confused. Continue reading →
Part 2 On Monday I got a text to say meds were in. Brilliant, finally Tramadol. She hands them over and I say don’t I need to sign for these? No, she says. So I looked in the bag and sure enough, other meds in there but no Tramadol. I… Continue reading →
