Ex is so fucking useless that even while I’m away I’m having to send money to son because his father refuses.
Day in Hunstanton etc and son has to buy his own ice cream etc. It’s not because he’s a teenager. It’s always been like this.
Urgh. Anyway, c’est la vie.
What it’s like to be a woman online:
‘Look at these amazing/creepy ants.’
‘Don’t kill them’
‘You should leave them alone’
I’m a grown woman who has travelled and lived abroad many times & run a household alone for decades.
Just assume I won’t stab the goats I film later.
The cover doesn’t do this justice. It’s not a girly book. It was recommended to me by my very male best friend. It’s an incredible saga from which I have learnt a few things. Mostly about art appreciation.
I have finished it and am bereft.
Yes, I still have my bikini on. The family far in the distance appear to have small, weaned children and I worry they’d beg their mother to put them back on the breast.