by Penbleth on Saturday 17 March, 2012
I’m tired. Tired of being strong. Tired of all that has happened in the last four months. Tired of having to face what I don’t want to face. For the first time I understand the compulsion so many have to lose themselves in - alcohol, drugs, something. I won’t, I have enough problems without adding to [...]
by Penbleth on Friday 26 August, 2011
Well, I don’t really, other than for the obvious, but I would LIKE help. Or a minion. Yes, that’s what I need, a minion. You may ask, “Pen, why do you need a minion.” I would have thought the answer was pitifully obvious, to do the jobs I don’t want to do and there are [...]
by Penbleth on Monday 18 April, 2011
This year I have Child Number Three, otherwise known for this year as 16, going to Prom. The boys weren’t too bad, they needed suits, shirts, ties etc. but it wasn’t the end of the world. 16 is a girl. So, prom dress, prom shoes and bag, jewellery, limousine, hair – twice. Oh yes, the hairdo [...]
by Penbleth on Sunday 6 March, 2011
Do you remember how yesterday I posted about being like a zombie because after 12½ years 12 is now sleeping better but I have been hit for six and can’t cope with the sleep? Well, clearly I am front runner for Moron of the Week Award, possibly the year. I knew. I knew when I [...]
by Penbleth on Tuesday 1 February, 2011
My mummy scolded me. I know she scolded me because I could hear her smiling down the telephone and we all know that smile. It’s right up there with the rictus grin of, you’ll pay for this when you get home. My crime is lack of ‘phoning. It shows itself thus, I don’t ‘phone. Anyone. Think of [...]