After two weeks of being squeaky clean, eating healthily and only allowing sugar from fruit to pass my lips…
Today was chocolate biscuit day.
A day when everything seems to go Pete Tong/Tits Up/ a bit wobbly it can only be sorted by chocolate and a chocolate covered biscuit with a steaming mug of red bush tea.
I won’t go into the minutiae of why the day led to an indulgent biscuit, or 4 (albeit Sainsburys basic range at 45p per packet). But let’s just say I spent too much time on a sunny Saturday in a car, waiting for electric gates to open and close on a wild goose chase to locate one of my daughters shoes.
This was not helped by a fluctuation in my hormone levels, which made me less able to deal with life’s shit. When you feel like this it is not a good idea to go to an evening event meeting all brand new people with children in tow – but we did and it was hard work.
Another recommendation to cheer up a bad day – Peter Kay’s car share – haven’t laughed this hard in a while.
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Thanks for reading.