Can't see the attachment, Satz.
We had Jenny and her new man drop by the cottage for a bit of late lunch...........quick I know but got me thinking to when I met Mr JC just three months after the end of a hideous relationship.........and we're still here nigh on 35/36 years so I'm saying nothing.
The cottage's conservatory is big enough for a table and settee.........so we sat in there. I went to get some butter came back tripping over the teeny weeny step into it and managed the most spectacular fall with a half spin so I land on my front and at his feet still with the butter clutched in my hand and good grief the left hand side of my body hurts like fuck. I have now earned the nickname of the spectacular flying mammy.
Get back to the docs, Starteroo, please.
Molls, time to show your face. You're missed.
Arsey, pet. Time to have another go at taking stock of why you're drinking, what good it does you, etc, etc Yep life not drinking is different but its a very enjoyable kind of different and tbh life extending.
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