Jenerally Feckless

She's 24. But you never stop worrying.

She'll be fine. She's like me, capable but has no off switch re alcohol. It's just the no knowing, brain running riot. I tell her to text but she doesn't.

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I'm on the Weston's vintage. I won't sleep until she's in.

I can't sleep until you're home.

You woke me up, why are you calling at this time??

Bit different now, just send a text so I'm not imaging you dead in a ditch somewhere, ta.

I definitely did this to mother but there were no mobile phones in those days and if I called to tell her she'd shout at me for calling at 2am and if I didn't she'd shout at me for not letting her know.

Eldest daughter has gone on her Christmas 'do' tonight. So I'll have a lovely night of no sleep, worrying, when she doesn't come home because she's shitfaced and stayed round a mate's without letting me know.

I wish he'd fuck off tbqhwy. It's my own fault. I shouldn't keep giving 'one more chance'. But the kids love him and I love them. He's going away on the 27th and I cannot fucking wait!

I find the perfectly balanced, impeccable ones a bit cold. Christmas is about family and warmth and love. I go full on eclectic madness here.

Oh just the usual carnage. The cat got bleached, family member is in ITU with a gangrenous bollock, consultant now thinks I have ankylosing spondylitis, himself being a selfish prick. Same old, same old. If it was fiction people would say it's ludicrous. You know, my life 😂😭

I'd say we can but hope but that would make me as bad as them.

Wow. You're a committed Dad, they look ace. I'm impressed.

I'm having cider and a bit of a cry, so you're doing better than me. And I'm older 😭

I love all the kids decorations. It makes it personal and a real family tree. Sophisticated is fine for hotels and that but it shows love in a living room tree. Even if it's a bit naff, it's still lovely.

Thank you, K. You're a good egg x

Featuring Flange, asleep in the background, his pointy little ears 😭

A fluffy black, in shadow.

Toofers is none the worst for his terrible bleach ordeal. He's floofed back up and is as silly as ever. He purrs like an outboard motor.

a group of men in suits and ties are standing on a stage playing instruments . ALT: a group of men in suits and ties are standing on a stage playing instruments .

I forgot to buy mince pies. Buggrit. I did buy a massive bottle of cheap sherry though.

I'd be a star guest. I've done nothing but whinge lately. I need a slap.

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It'd be horrifying!

I'm going to bed with a bottle of sherry. If I sit in the same room as him, there will be bloodshed. And it will definitely be his. And I just bought a new rug so I'd have to kill him twice for getting blood on it.

Imagine inflicting more me's on humanity. That'd put an end to clone research 😂

I shouldn't let him get to me, I know. I'm just so tired and hurty and there's so much to do. I need another three of me, at least.

I deliberately only bought stuff he doesn't like and lunch box stuff for Atticus. If he's hungry he can have a squeezy yoghurt and spaghetti hoops on toast. Fuck him. Irritating prick.

I swear he thinks I swn about getting my nails done and shit when he's at work. Chance would be a fine thing, I barely have time to brush my hair let alone relax. I'm going to end up smashing his head in with the frying pan if he doesn't fucking grow up.

I haven't the spoons to get in the loft for the Christmas tree. That'll have to wait until tomorrow. I had to go shopping too because he was busy sitting on his arse. He works hard, he can have a rest at the weekend. Whereas, me, superwoman, never needs a rest. I'll.just keep going until I drop dead

As expected, he's done absolutely fuck all while I was over Dad's helping him. So I've had to come home, put the dinner on, empty the bins and wash up. I usually change the bedding Saturday but I'm in so much pain, I can't. I just want to cry.

Witchcraft

Both himself and the SiL have stuck their foot through the ceiling when they were in the loft. So I've got to do it myself because everyone else in this house is a fucking useless liability of a pest. Imagine having another adult that could help with stuff. That must be nice.