Welcome to July, The sun is shining, covid is going away, and the small one is compelling me to play “Schools”. I, on the other hand, just want to stare into space, and think
Well. Its the 297th week of March 2020. I’ve avoided a pandemic. As much as I can tell. And pollen. Bloody pollen has ruined me this week. I hate Summer. Adulting fail You know
Well. On a week where covid cases seem to be increasing again. My number of in person meetings seemed to have increased. Thank goodness for the vaccine, but still… I kinda feel all a
Its wet outside. So therefore we’re inside, watching Mary Poppins, and I can’t help but help but sympathise with the dad just a little bit… Adulting fail I suggested I booked a table at
So you know last week I fell and hurt my arm? Well it seems I have Tendonitis in my shoulder, which basically means… All offers of wine, chocolate and sympathy gratefully received. Adulting fail
Ouch… Adulting fail If I managed to be a functional human being the week before last, this week, well this week, I forgot how to run. When I say I forgot how to run,
Here we are. Kids off school. No one is quite sure if there’s a chance of another wave or not. Pubs reopening, yet they have to police social distancing. And no one is really
So. The kids are off school for what feels like ages. Some of us are concerned about a virus, others don’t care. Obviously still bloody March. Adulting fail There I am carrying the small
So. Kids are getting ready to come back from school. Theres talk of a covid wave in Europe. Sunak wants us all the office. Obviously still bloody March. Adulting fail Well. We’re about to
Before I start getting sharing all things silly and cute. Over the last week, I’ve heard three separate stories, from different parts of different parts of life, about Mental Health Services being… Well “rubbish”