Today I am going to try and be less angry, and eat less chocolate.
I need to think of chocolate as poison. Evil poison.
I mustn’t let silly little things get to me so much.
My other half put the washing on yesterday but left the washing liquid out, so now I have nothing to wear, unless I want to wear smelly wet clothes
I don’t rate Sam Smith all that much.
So tired and my brain is scrambled.
Chinese is one of your five-a-day, right?
This time two years ago, I was as big as a whale, overdue. Nothing’s changed that much.
Did I mention I was tired?