Instagram is lobbing emotional hand grenades at me this morning. Lots of stuff about parentified daughters, perfectionism, emotional burden-bearing, unmet needs. Argh.

Today’s word is PRIMARY

As one so often does, one is drawn to wonder what Shostakovich made of The Goodies - did he find Kitten Kong, ironically, to be a capitalist running dog? Or that Tim's Union Jack Waistcoat was a symbol of western imperialist decadence? Or did he just enjoy it over a coke and big mac?

Need to get a plumber out to fix the jammed plug, so I've been madly scrubbing the bathroom.

Big things, universe-shaking stuff? No problem, water off a bloody ducks back, mate. Tiny little niggles? World class meltdown, depression hit, and cue the little unhelpful voice in my head. Always the way, innit.

Why is it ok for the rich to migrate to avoid payjng their share, but not ok for the poor to flee war, starvation, exploitation, or simply to find better conditions in which to live & work?

Behold, and tremble in fear, for I HAVE MADE A GRANNY SQUARE. Well, a squircle.

I seem to have lost the ability to crochet? Like, I know *how* to do it, but there's a disconnect between my brain and my hands? Maybe I should make a scarf or something. Something simpler than a toy. Or sew. Or draw. Or play a game with youngest. Or do housework *dies laughing*

My TBR pile currently stands at about 15 books I REALLY want to read. Problem I've got is, between pain and brain fog, I'm only capable of fluffy books right now. Like, my brain's on a diet of sweets, but I'm staring longingly at the crunchiest and most rainbowy salad ever.

Today’s word is TERRIFYING. Sometimes Chubby Cthulhu remembers his Eldritch nature and goes on a wee rampage.

Post a perfect album from the 90s, etc. (I don't even know who Soundgarden or Alice in Chains are...) Anyway, I picked three. These got me through some very tough times.

Fukkit, I'm going to bed.

Wanted to crochet, but it's not happening. Although, that's starting with MR. Maybe if I do ch2 & work into the 1st loop, it'd work better? Also, plug in the upstairs sink is jammed in the closed position and won't open, so I spent an hour in the bathroom floor trying to unscrew a u-trap. Ow.

Dark skies Starless Mists of rain People bitching about the bus service Winter is here

Bollocks to all of it - Probably Gandalf.

🚨Fires up the #SundayPix advanced warning klaxon 🚨 Your hashtag is #SundayPixFestival Doesn't have to be Christmas, since not everyone celebrates that, but show us your feasts and festivals and gatherings.

In happier tidings - here's most of my sock haul this year. Aren't they gloriously tasteless? I adore them.

We had a huge barney today. Ended up in floods of tears. The main problem I have being the non-autistic neurodeivergent in our house, is that, eight hours later, I'm still reeling and emotionally drained. They've all moved on because it's done. Some days I really wish things were different. Arse.

And today is the day! Agents of Secrets & Lies, Book One of the Summer Realm series is out! 🥳 If you haven't got your copy yet, you can get it here. The paperback will go live at some point today. mybook.to/SRAgents 💙📚👀📢📚 #SteampunkFantasy #NewRelease

No Xmas dinner yesterday due to The Englutening, so we're having it today. I've just put the gammon on for the others: Gammon joint 3 cans of coke or Dr Pepper 2 sticks celery 1 fat carrot 1 onion (all roughly quartered) 2 bay leaves. All in slow cooker forever. Well, four hoursish. Bosh, done.

I bloody well glutened myself by accident. Bastard stuff.

Just FYI - Ticket To Ride (the game, not the song) causes more arguments than Monopoly...

Hubs and I got each other new wedding rings this year (he's lost a lot of weight, I've gained quite a bit, so neither of us can wear our old ones). His is titanium and a fidget ring as well!

Still nobody down, so I've taken control of the TV. I'm happily watching Raymond Briggs' Father Christmas. It's gonna be The Snowman next :)

Still nobody else up here :(

06:39 Thursday 25/12/25 Man on the roof. Red faced. Rotund. Old. Shouting "Get me out of this chimney! I'm stuck an' fucken cold!" Goddam beautiful day.

There was a time when the presents would have been mostly opened by now (6am). Hubs and I would have been dragged out of bed by a horde of...three...excited, squeaky kids, desperate to tear into their respective piles. Now, with th'kids at 17, 19 & 26, it's me doing the dragging. How life changes!

Woo! Only a day till #AgentsofSecretsAndLies from @wombat37.bsky.social @purplequeenpub.bsky.social @lisashambrook.bsky.social and @vspearson85.bsky.social drops!!!! I pre-ordered, but YOU can STILL GET YOURS here: amzn.eu/d/itew1Fj SO BLOODY EXCITED!!!!!

I decided to draw my OC’s in a nativity in the style of the ‘two T-rexes fighting over a table saw’ meme…

Love from me& mine to you & yours XXX

Youngest, Hubs, and Freckles.

Asked Eldest Son to get off the phone with his GF, as a) he has to go pick up his grandparents, and b) I've only seen him for about 30 minutes today. You'd have thought I'd asked him to cut a limb off. Apparently she's having a bad day (she is always having a bad day, according to him).

So … if you replace the chocolate aspect with drugs in Wonka, it becomes an incredibly dark story where Wonka is also a Bad Guy

My awesome sister just sent me this - watch to the end!

Mandatory holiday time plea, please don’t drink or get high and drive. Call an uber. Call a friend. Just don’t drive under the influence and remember buzzed driving IS drunk driving!

Rick Astley should release a cover of Last Christmas, and bring it all fucking down.

Just finished printing my mum's Xmas pressie. With added reflections, sorry. My spawns, drawn by me.

Today’s word is STRAW. Cthulhu’s favourite cocktail is a long slow double entendre with not just a straw, but a n umbrella, a slice of lemon AND a sparkler.

The world has always been & will always be multicultural.

I'm on the bus. It's ten past eight. It's STILL BLOODY DARK. Do not like.

I have been 'good'so far today: I've had a sensible breakfast, and spent an hour with the daylight lamp beaming and playing rainforest sounds. I'm about as chill as I get whilst still being conscious... Now I need dopamine, and FAST.

Been thinking a lot about Our Wombie, and IMO, his legacy is community. So many of the peeps I follow on here, and consider true friends, I met through him. I know a Wombat follow is a safe person, and usually blessed with creativity, humour, affection and more. (Yes, I mean YOU). Thanks, Wombie x

Been awake for an hour already (it's now 3 am). Ive got work today - WILL I SLEEP?!?

"Hot fuzz Geoffrey? Well you should more careful with your soup course then."

What i would like for Christmas... (impossible edition) World peace No more whipped-up hate campaigns against the vulnerable and "othered" All intrusive "AI" helper software to be opt-in ONLY... off by default (and no sneaking).

I was going to try and portrait Wombie, but I always drew him *as a wombat*, so here’s my tribute.

Sad to see something out of the UK talking about violence against women & girls, which is a legitimate problem. That’s not the sad part —we need to talk about it. The sad part is the same administration treating trans women as if they are part of the cause rather than among the affected.

Today’s #KizDrawsBusWords is QUEST. Slug is on a quest to find himself. Bless.

Thinking today of @wombat37.bsky.social and his lovely family. Thank you, Wombie, for your humour, your heart, your imagination, and for being one-in-a-million. Thank you Mary for sharing him with us. Together, you were truly couple goals. Much love.

Dreamed last night that middle spawn got a phalloplasty done privately, and our GP told him off because he'd have had better care and followups on the NHS. Dreamed of visiting my mum in the house I grew up in. And I dreamed about being fired out of a lifeboat with Lando Norris. Talk about mixed bag