Miss Potter
hates mice
hospital for a blood test, then doctors surgery for another test, back home to hang out the washing. Now sat on the sofa listening to the pissing rain wishing I hadn't bloody bothered...
Receiving phone call from nursery to say they think boy has hand, foot and mouth disease and can I come and pick him up please
Poor thing.
I love his hair tooYou've made him, and now you've spoilt him. What have you done to his beautiful hair?
feeling miserable, crying and trying to make decisions. progress? none.
am now going to clean the fuck out of my house and go to bed.
I was boredwhy the fuck did you do it?