This diary tells about me, Piereth, and my lovely son. I'm a mother first and foremost, now. I'm divorced. I live a comfortable life in a beautiful southern city, surrounded by spectacular scenery. I have a loyal circle of much-valued friends who would drop everything to help me!
Everything I need I have.
Why do I feel like there's a 'but' coming? And why should there be a but? What happened to counting your blessings and all that??!
So this is my account of my bizarre travails. There's no justification for it except - well, see if you can spot one.
Captivated by news that Woo is arriving post-Crimble! Babaghanoush. I'm so excited I could casserole. Or pop. Or both! 19 hours ago
Contemplating weekend of frolic including fireworks - a fave thing; casserole, my second fave thing, and my PF - my very fave thing. 1 week ago
woke at 6am, bright as a lark, dropped off; woke up at 8.30 in the mistaken belief that Boris Johnson had won 1st prize in a photo comp. Hm. 3 weeks ago
Going home to be with my mousekin, my best boy, my tiny angel, and to snugglebuggle and growl. Life is perfect. 1 month ago
I ache dully and wish for analgesia after a weekend of crash, smash, dig, twig and swig. I love DIY but it doesn't love me, apparently! 1 month ago