I asked stupid questions that I didn't really want to know the answers to. Deep down, I guess I knew that I would have to face those answers at some point. Better that I do it sooner, rather than later, right? Not right, because now I can't even get out ...
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Yesterday I cried. And although I stopped in between bouts, I never really seemed to stop.
I cried at my desk, I cried in the toilets. I almost went home early just so I could cry the great big heaving sobs that were threatening to come out. I cried at the ...
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It's always nice getting awards, a little bit more bling for your blog. Of course, when a very Posh person seems to think you're a kreativ blogger, then it's an honour.
Of course no award comes without it's catches, and I have to:
1. Thank the person who gave this to you
Thank ...
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I don't like to be touched, or messed with. The husband knows that if he so much as gives me a hug at the wrong moment, he's likely to get his head bitten off.
Last week, when the mother in law was over, she would not stop prodding the bump. "Is ...
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I felt numb. I had so many words but no way to get them upon a page. The husband thought I was tired, that was why I was staring in to space. But really I felt numb. I hoped that it would get better, and I was lucky. It did. I ...
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Roommates. I've been lucky, the closest I've ever had to a roommate was the sister. Yeah, that was bad enough. To say me and the sister don't do well together in confined spaces would be a slight understatement. Good job we got our own rooms after a few years.
You see, ...
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I remember the last time I met a blogger: he ended up co-oerced into marriage and a kid and now I'm up the duff again! Luckily for Lulazoid and Milo no marriage papers were signed and there was definitely no production of babies (or at least not whilst I was ...
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There's some scents that stick in your mind, not necessarily perfumes, but simple scents. Bread baking reminds me of childhood afternoons spent at Nan's, the salt air by the sea brings back summers spent at Cardoness. The musty scent of deep underground tube lines is comforting; you never smell that ...
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