I quite like that everyone keeps telling me how strong and brave I am, so I don’t want to admit the full horror that the last couple of weeks has been.
Umm, no. I can’t do it. I will tell you that we have a fortnightly recycling collection (BEAR WITH ME) at my new pad. My recycling overflowed this fortnight. With bottles. Lots of bottles. I’d say and alarming amount of bottles. Jesus, when I said I was going to become and alcoholic I didn’t mean it! How all those bottles were consumed by me I do not know. My husband barely drinks so I can’t blame him. If I am still this bad in a few weeks time will someone stage an intervention for me?
I imagine that you already read all of my posts in full, then check back every few days to read all the comments and responses. I imagine this because it is probably true. You guys. Just incase for some weird reason you didn’t read them last post, I will highlight something.
I should make note first that all of the comments cheered me up. I really don’t know what state I’d be in without you all scraping me up off the pavement (sidewalk? do you really call it that or do you just not have pavements over there because you drive everywhere?) and urging me not to drown myself in a bath of gin. One thing that cheered me up inparticular last week was a fellow blogger (single motherhood by choice) who on reading my crumpled up piece of paper post, did this for me. Click on it, go on. Click on it*. How cool is that? I am truly humbled by how many lovely cool people have virtually befriended me.
*NOT YOU SUBFERTILECHICK!! (she had somekind of allergic reaction to Taylor Swift in my last post, God knows why).
Anyways. I am enjoying all the pregnancy updates. In between minor episodes of extreme jealousy and rage, it gives me so much hope. It really does. That sounds a bit worse written down than it sounded in my head. Maybe I will edit it. Nah.
I like it when other people put pictures in their posts. I imagine you are exactly like me, so as a treat here are some pictures of my weekend away in The Best Place In England. This is also where you can play Spot the Barren. Some spots are significantly easier than others.
Bonus picture, my allotment/jungle:
Double bonus picture, harvest from my allotment:
Triple bonus, the jam being made:
I’ve just realised this is the lamest anonymous blog ever. I’ve posted pictures of stuff inside my house, paintings and now me. What else do you need to see to confirm my true identity?
P.s. Who do you fancy at the moment? I am currently fancying Norman Reedus. A slight deviation from the norm (lolz) for me. If you don’t fancy him yet, watch The Walking Dead. Those arms. Dear God.