I ate so much my digital scales think I’m an imposter, or are so ashamed they’re denying they know me.
One of my kids was frightened of fireworks, fave Bonfire Night was when I parked atop Whitecote Hill with a flask of boiling water and made Pot Noodle in the car as we watched them from a truly safe distance.
Probably this thistle grew under a big turd, on the other hand a dog is grandstanding, showing off their unseemly skills. On a thistle, too, risking everything,
When my gf left to go to The Shed (mate’s garage where they do gym stuff) today as she was leaving she said “don’t try to follow me”. And now all I want to do is follow her.
I lost the oil’s bottle top. Stressed, I interrupted lunch prep to search the kitchen, both bins, high and low. In the end I gave up, ruefully resumed making sarnie. It was under the slice of bread. The moral of this story is “just make the sandwich, it’ll probably all be ok”