Got my Covid jab as well as my flu one so now I’m immortal. Riding my bike back home from the pharmacy with the confidence of a woman who can never die.
After a mammoth 3 hour quest, I finally managed to get my flu jab, and have a tip on a covid jab for tomorrow afternoon. If you’re a gentle man with nice hands now’s the time to pop round my gaff to spoon feed me comforting soups.
Got a bit more money in the budget so I've doubled payment for guest blogs.
£40 now rather than £20, come pitch me a story if you've got something sexy to say.
I think a baseline level of my anxiety can be attributed to the following frequent realisation:
OH MY GOD WHAT? I’M A FUCKING GROWN UP. PEOPLE HAVE BEEN TREATING ME AS IF I KNOW WHAT IM DOING FOR OVER TWO DECADES. THAT’S TERRIFYING. I AM LITERALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR PAYING BILLS AND VOTING. SOMETIMES I LOOK AFTER CHILDREN. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO DO ANY OF THIS. WHAT THE FUCK.
I don't want to turn myself into kintsugi, I want to stop getting broken in the first place.
New blog. Possibly controversial. I'm hitting 'publish' on it before I talk myself out of ever publishing it at all.
