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Me: "We could do a book of porn cross-stitch." Ian "Or just a book of porn! People always like books with pictures of naked people fucking." 1:46 PM Dec 9th from web |
Pinned to my chair by ill, grizzling, whining, snotty toddler who only lets me get up to fetch her more fruit juice. Bored shitless. 2:17 AM Dec 8th from web |
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Going out to party like it's 1999. Tomorrow, nobody make any sudden movements or loud noises. Thank you. 2:55 PM Dec 5th from web |
Idea for a new law. If you make someone else's child ill, that child then lives in your house until its nose has stopped running. 11:33 AM Dec 5th from web |
Okay. NOW we';re ruttin gliek weasles. Sorry aboiut the typos. 9:13 AM Dec 1st from web |
Ian's first day off while Esme is at nursery. I know we should be rutting like crazed weasels, but we're just basking in how quiet it is. 6:36 AM Dec 1st from web |
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Me: 'What does transcendental mean?' Ian: 'Going beyond your teeth, I think.' 1:21 PM Nov 29th from web |
For next 20 minutes, nobody around but me. Lovely. Only thing to ruin the silence was the POIP as I uncorked the port. 12:18 PM Nov 29th from web |
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Sometimes when I'm reading blogs I just want to leave a comment that says BRAAAAAIIINS!! 8:25 AM Nov 24th from web |
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Bring me your freezing, boring, bleak November day, and I will take you to Borough Market's mulled-wine stall and make you glad it's winter. 8:40 AM Nov 22nd from web |
At London Bridge tube, signs for disabled lift point wrong way, suggesting those in wheelchairs should throw themselves under the trains. 7:20 AM Nov 22nd from txt |
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Esme just made Nick go all the way upstairs to the top bathroom, where she told him to wash. Then she let him come back downstairs again. 11:18 AM Nov 15th from web |
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