Forgive me. I’m going for a nap.

Oh joy, my best mate has fallen and smashed her hand. 6 hours in A&E.

Decorations are down, so that ends that. The cat is confused.

Fridge empty. Ugg.

🩵✨💛

Ooh hello… just watching the snow fall down.

Choices choices. Do I stay up or go to bed.

A thick blanket of snow is already covering the croft, and it’s not forecast to stop for another few days. ❄️☃️🥶 Proper winter! 👍🏻 youtube.com/shorts/dFqRs...

I’m shopping for dresses 👗 online for this wedding. Lots of lovely flimsy wispy dresses that i’d look like a bag of spanner’s in.

Hoping for snø. I’d like to be hauled up safe and snug with a hot chocolate with fresh cream and marshmallows on the top.

This is the aging of the dawn of Aquarius. Here's tomorrow's horoscope: ♒ Aquarius: Today you’ll have a revolutionary idea while doing something deeply unglamorous. Don’t ignore it. History’s biggest breakthroughs often begin next to a kettle. Good night comrades

Mood…

Some twot is setting fireworks off.

Being attacked by sex bots again.

Watching #TOTPs

Evening. Toying with opening yet another bottle of wine.

Today is the anniversary of my mum’s death. It’s difficult but I did hear her voice clearly a month or so ago, I found that comforting.

Bowie and a civilised glass of wine, candles.

Blanco Rioja: go on then.

BECOME UNGOVERNABLE

Onwards and upwards.... :) 2026 !

TAH-DAH! I’m not hungover.

Anyhoo. Night!

Apart from my kids. Fuck all happy new year messages.

I feel all new.

HNY x

Waiting for Big Ben.

Ronan is murdering George Michael now.

Asda do a decent line in sequinned clothing.

BBC pulls out Ronan Keating and his sequinned audience. *Warbles*

I’m not sure what the question is but gin is the answer.

Christ alone knows what 2026 will bring.

Book Cover of the Day:

My friend just sent this and i had to share

I’m ready for bed… I can’t be bothered. Except for the gin.

Anyone else being attacked by sex bots?

I’m off to google wedding guest outfits.

Send your NYE greetings now because you don't want to get stuck in one of those WhatsApp traffic jams.

My mum died 18 years ago and a week later I had an emergency section. Gah! A mixture of emotions. The youngest boy is 18 though!

Mil on the phone: it’s like being nibbled to death by geese. She’s got more rabbit than Sainsbury’s.

Talk to me if you want to, I’ll be just in the corner drinking gin.

I’m off for something to eat, charge my phone. Then I’ll bleet into the multiverse.

My nephew has got his pilots license, clever boy.

They’ve come in from shopping and said hello to the cat and not me. I know my place.

Do you think anyone will notice if I start on the gin?

I still have this damned chesty cough.

This wedding I’m going to. They’ve only splashed out on posh hotels for us to stay in overnight, and transport.

I’m going to drink G&Ts (ice and a slice) and watch Jools Holland.