Today is my 32nd birthday. I hate celebrating it, I’m a complete misery. Continue reading “Birthday Blues”
Dear the mancub,
I wanted to write you a letter this morning, to tell you how much I love you. Continue reading “Son, Mummy is Sorry”
My wobbly bingo wing is increasing in size and I’m creating an arse-dam when I’m in the bath.
This is not good; I can feel myself gaining weight. Continue reading “Me vs. The Mystery Illness”