Hullo there, am sitting here watching Still Game, best TV series EVER and trying to organise cake pics to send out. Delivered Tink yesterday and I don't think the customer even looked at it twice. Was gutted. Am insecure enough to want praise when I make something. Especially something pretty. Memo to self: develop thicker skin.
Am still on diet but giving it even more attention after Arthur, youngest, upon hearing the word chubby and then having it explained to him by his bigger (slightly) brother,Oscar, as meaning fat, announced that he didn't like fat girls or fat people but he liked me cos I was only a little chubby!!!! Fucking fuck. Chubby!? Verena said I should build a bridge and get over it but c'mon? Chubby???
What else? Said goodbye to Jill as she headed off to Paris today. Had a reallyy good night out with the girls on Friday. Dead funny. Lara has these fab champagne glasses. They have no base so you put them into their holder when you need to stand them up ( they all have different colour stems so you know which is yours - took us a while to work it out ). We were all brickin' it in case we dropped them so skulled the champagne and oooooh, all dizzy and lovely. Lara excellent poet too.
Think I'm starting to mind a wee boy called F. on . . . some day this week. His minder, the lovely Sinead, has a bad back and I'm going to step into the breech. Feel desperate for her as remember how shite it was when I stopped minding Charlie. You cecome so attached to them.
God, this is all very boring today. Okay, going to bed. Have won shoes I wanted on Ebay, dog is snoring and doing my head in. Jesus, if it's not Darren it's the dog. Oh, and Still Life is over. G'wan yeh bug bashtard!!
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