Thursday the 14th June 2018 Fuck me it's windy out there, like REALLY windy. We've had a few casualties in the garden; the wee plasticky greenhouse that I've no long since bought and planted up with pride blew like a leaf across the garden earlier; twice. It slammed against the garage wall with a right … Continue reading Windy broken bits
Wednesday the 13th of June 2018 I'm sat in my very quiet serene lounge and to be honest I was enjoying the peace until i rI realised that I could hear birds shouting at each other. No, it's not delicate wee tweets, it's full blown "HOI MARGARET, GET YER WASHING IN DOLL, THE RAINS ON … Continue reading Fucks Sake Seamus
Tuesday the 12th of June 2018 What a fucking day.....No don't worry, it's not one of THOSE posts. I've caught a bus and THEN flagged a taxi to take me away from the pity party that's dominated me this last wee while. Nah, today I'm undoubtedly fucked, but I'm in good humour so you're safe. … Continue reading OAP grafters and unreasonable goblins
Monday the 11th June 2018 I bunked off yesterday... again... but it's alright, there was no major drama, we were just out enjoying the sunshine in the garden and I chose not to write rather than not being able to write. I think I might need to give myself a bit of a break when it … Continue reading Good Knight/Bad night
Saturday the 9th of June 2018 Firstly, sorry for being a moany fucker yesterday and before you all start trying to make me feel less of a moany fucker by proclaiming "you weren't..HONESTLY... and EVEN if you were it's TOTALLY understandable" - don't. I was. I appreciate you trying to make me feel better about … Continue reading Living for the weekends ❤️
Friday the 8th of June 2018 What a fucking week - I'm battle weary that's for sure. I'm not sure if you were ever a battler at school? I wasn't really; I grew out of my fighting days just as I went into high school (around age 11 for you English lot that don't know … Continue reading Where’s my violin?
Wednesday 6th of June 2018 Well, today is better than yesterday so that's good news innit? I mean I didn't skip out of bed to Katrina and the Waves first thing this morning, but I didn't have to check my own pulse to see if I was still alive either; so that's progress. It was … Continue reading Big Boy Bed, Windows and Morrison’s
Get ready for loads of moaning and swearing... the inevitable has happened.
Monday 4th June 2018 Ahh hello you. Thanks for dropping in and reading, I'm always grateful you take the time. So firstly, yesterday. Nothing bad happened, actually, it was a fine day; it was just busy for me so firstly I didn't get a chance to write all day and secondly, by the time I … Continue reading Life, Cheese and fucking Trolls
Saturday the 2nd of June 2018 I KNEW that June wasn't as much of an arsehole as May was. She couldn't be. Not when she brings with her long days and sunshine and here we are on her second day and you know what? It's been alright! Actually, some bits of it have been really … Continue reading Bouncy pillows of fun, farm shops and dinosaurs
Friday the 1st of June 2018 - IT'S NOT A MOANY ONE HONEST. I think June and I are going to get on alright to be honest. She's come in like a breath of fresh air this morning, kicked May squarely in the flaps and sent her packing. I think she understands what I always … Continue reading June has arrived, May is an arsehole and that’s all there is to it.
Thursday the 31st May 2018 It's been a right odd day to be honest. I'd planned to try and get myself out for an hour this morning having stayed in yesterday but it's not quite worked out like that.... never does does it? I'm SURE someone somewhere hears what I'm planning, snorts and says "aye … Continue reading It’s all gone to shit
Wednesday the 30th of May 2018 It's happening more and more isn't it? Me, missing a day of writing... eeesht, I'm treating this hobby like a holiday camp, swinging in and out when I feel like it. When the going got tough, well, I fucked off didn't I? Sorry, or you're welcome, whichever fits best … Continue reading Own goals, old friends and a bit of self pity
Monday the 28th of May 2018 It's happened. I've become middle aged. I mean, I've known it was coming for a while what with my growing adoration for elasticated clothing and comfy footwear but I thought it would be a slow and graceful evolution rather than what turned out to be a very disappointing wet … Continue reading Pansies, Best friends and more sitting down
Sunday the 27th of May 2018 I tell you what, I'll do well if I manage to get to my normal few thousand words today because I've done literally fuck alllll day. Not because of any overly dramatic reason to be fair, I mean I'm shit but I'm not at deaths door, it's just the … Continue reading A day of rest, family and abortion rights
Saturday the 26th of May 2018 Private Mellars reporting for duty.... aaaaaaaateeeeeeeeenshunnnnnnnnnnnnn etc. etc. Firstly, sorry for missing last night. No, no, relaaaaaax, we weren't meant to be meeting at that seedy bar again, I mean for not writing. Those that follow the Facebook page clearly had an explanation (also sad face pics) but I … Continue reading Joggists, tantrums and a weird bruise….
Thursday the 24th May 2018 This is going to be an weird write up I think because I've just been watching something that's made me feel a bit uncomfortable on Facebook and I'll not be able to get past it until I mentally file it; i.e. write about it. So sorry in advance.... It was … Continue reading “Hunters”, hairdressers and… no hope (not even Bob Hope).
Wednesday the 23rd of May 2018 I'm just going to put it out there; this Yanny/Laurel thing? Bag of shite. I keep seeing it plastered all over Facebook, but I just don't get it. Why is it creating a stir? I can literally tell Christiaan something one day and he'll swear I said something different; … Continue reading Magic, scones and grey fucking hairs
Tuesday the 22nd of May 2018 I'm going to start by having a marvellously British moment in a Scottish kind of way. Ready? What the fuck is going on with the bastard weather? Why is it baltic out there? Not even the fleecy blanket could keep the minus 85394853948563498563498564 wind off me and allow me … Continue reading Independence, haircuts and WHERE THE FUCK IS THE SUNSHINE?
Monday the 21st of May 2018 Right then, here we are again at the beginning of another week and yet again I'm sitting down to write about fuck knows what for fuck knows how long. I wish I could tell you I have an agenda mapped out for content, but I don't and to be … Continue reading Losing control, not giving in and pissed off chairs
Sunday the 20th of May 2018 So, bit quiet last night right? Those of you who follow my Facebook page may have seen me explain I'd not had a great day, but for those of you who don't, well.... there was no blog last night. The world had less in the way of moans and … Continue reading Back like a fart in a spacesuit
Friday the 18th of May 2018 Guess where I am? No, not B & Q.... the other place, with the sunshine and shit. No, not Tenerife, colder than that. Yes, you've got it... Le jardin. Sounds like I've been somewhere different, somewhere more exotic and less boring if you say it in French, which is … Continue reading Down with French Fancies….. and wasps
Thursday the 17th of May 2018 Apparently it's only 10 degree's out here today, but I'm calling bullshit on that because.... CLUB TROPICANA DRINKS ARE FREEEEEE (R.I.P George)....I HAVE TAKEN MY JUMPER OFF! Oh for fucks sake Don't panic, I still have vest thing and my knocker shelf on - the boys are very much … Continue reading Club Tropicana, Cheetara and terrorism… apparently
Wednesday the 16th of May 2018 I've started to write this three times already today and had to delete every draft because it was all over the place so I'll warn you now; tonight's blog is as fluid as a Kim Jog-un versus Donald Trump dance off. Which to be fair, I'd pay to see.... … Continue reading Dance off dreams, Weddings and loads of rants
Vlogging, more of the same and cat shit. A day in the life of your average M.E. riddled mum.
Monday the 14th of May 2018 Well as far as Monday's go, it's not been too shabby. Eli reverted back to normal form and woke up at about five much to everyone's delight but he was at least able to tick over on his own till about half past, which was the same time Bear … Continue reading Flaccid pizza, burny bits and Argos
I tell you what, I bet you were expecting tonight's blog to be FUCK ME TODAY WAS HARD. Well.... oh just read it. #ThisisMe #mecfs #meawarenessuk #mewarrior #silentillness #swearymum
Saturday the 12th of May 2018 - official ME/CFS Awareness day hooray Right then, it 6.32pm and this is the first time I've picked up the laptop to write allllll day. Which means two things; A - this blog will be shorter than normal, it normally takes me all day to write it because I … Continue reading Fresh bedding, garden arseholery and a bumbling furry idiot
Friday the 11th of May 2018 Ahhh so you came back then? Again? Good for you - sit down and get comfy. I'm surprised you came back but well done, you've made it to day 5 of M.E. Awareness week and we're almost at the orgasm point; the peak. Tomorrow the Millions Missing campaign becomes … Continue reading Sad times, shite and happy pansies
Wednesday the 10th of May 2018 Right then day four of M.E. Awareness week - boom we're over half way through! If you're a normalton who has no need to be reading anything to do with M.E Awareness I salute you (very slowly and with less vigour than I should for obvious reasons) for coming … Continue reading Blue hair don’t care and more flaccid knobs
Wednesday the 9th of May 2018 So, day three of M.E. Awareness week and by fuck do we know it in the house of Mellars. Today has been ALL about this fucking shitty illness yet again and I'll let the cat out of the bag now, I'm really sad and really fucking angry that we're … Continue reading #ThisisME
Tuesday the 8th of May Welcome to the second day of M.E. awareness week. NO NO HOLD ON, COME BACK, I PROMISE IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT THAT - you know I write about other stuff too but this is a wee bit important and I'd be a right tit if I had the size of … Continue reading Road rage, nap dodging and a stubborn climate
Monday the 7th of May - BANK HOLIDAY HOOORAYYYYYY Yesterday was really good for me you know, it made me feel all fuzzy in the emotion box. I did nothing out of the ordinary, it was what most people would call a relaxed easy day, but it lifted me more than I think I can … Continue reading Reflection, scones and fat fighting fails
Saturday 6th of May 2018 What an utterly, utterly smashin day.... and actually the remainder of last night was great too. I guess I should start there first because it's kind of like the foreplay that lead up to today I think. After all Eli's carry on yesterday lunch time about needing a muzzy to … Continue reading SunDay, paddling and girly boys
Saturday the 5th of May Yet again I've sat down knowing I want to write but I've no idea what it's going to contain, I mean obviously it would be a shite diary if it didn't outline my day, that's a given, but, well I don't really do owt at the minute so, it's dull.... … Continue reading Spammer extraordinaire, brioche and bank holidays
Friday the 4th of May 2018 First things first - May the 4th be with you. Secondly, I say that because I want to be inclusive and embrace any potential geeky sci-fi type behaviours that may be lurking in our community. Don't worry it's very natural to enjoy, or even believe in fiction. Not natural … Continue reading May the 4th, Bigfoot and a nice sit down
Wednesday the 3rd of May 2018 Where in the name of the wee man has all the sunshine gone? I mean seriously - has the universe not got the memo about summer being just round the corner? It's really fucking cold out there. How do I know it's cold? I stay indoors all the time … Continue reading Shopping, awkward conversation and murder
4.45am. That's what time bollockchops starting crying this morning. I'm clinging on to the fact that these back molars are cutting and that's why we're up even earlier than normal most mornings. Teething is a fucking nonsense - mother nature should have sorted this shit out a long time ago, if teeth are essential make … Continue reading Gro Fuck Yourself Clock, garden sofas and a reality check
I tell you what, it aint half quiet in this house when I'm here on my own. I'm not really used to it, it's eerie. Both Christiaan and I work from home so there's generally always some fucker here making a mess, or noise, or both. I know that for a lot of people working … Continue reading Free Hoose, tremors and pork
Ahhhhhhhhhh Monday you big pile of shite; I had accepted you'd be coming but I can't say I was chuffed to see you. You'd think not having to work a Monday, and being off sick anyway that I'd be more ambivalent toward the start of the week but I've a deep rooted hatred of it. … Continue reading Less lard, solo parenting and soft play