What's all this tumblr nonsense about then?
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X) I have since lived in both Hendon and North Finchley in london. "Get the heck out of the big smoke and into the countryside". That's what I did, 6 months ago. Currently residing in a very English sounding place called Biggleswade, Bedfordshire. Moving to smaller, newer, cheaper place in a months time. Still in Biggles Wiggles. Rent to buy, foot onto the very high and long housing ladder. Fingers crossed I'll get to the top. How did I end up in Biggleswade I hear you cry?
X) Simon and myself split up in 2009. Kelvin crept up on me early 2010. Surprises are nice, especially good ones. We went on lots of dates, the first being Norfolk where I wee'ed on myself. That was a clarifying moment. It would a) be a story to tell the grand children b) my ticket for a second date being binned... We're still here to tell the tale. Both in Biggleswade. I like being with a guy who is from East Anglia and has grown up with the Evening Telegraph. He is special, a lifer.
X) Tofu the rat died in Hendon. I came home from work and he was dead in the cage. He got buried in the garden, but a fox dug him up to eat him. He was reburied. Vegemite was lonely and went to the Currie animal sanctuary in Kettering. He developed a growth on his back, then he had a stroke and his back legs went wobbly. He died.
X) Pickle and Licky are no longer kittens and grew cold and distant to each other. Pickle resides in the Currie animal sanctuary, Licky is a nomad. He lives between Biggleswade and Kettering.
X) I'm still vegan and straight edge.
X) I've been a teacher for 3 years now. Moving up the main pay scale nicely into poll position. Teaching in Hendon, London, so yes, I'm commuting. Welcome to middle class, middle aged balding men on the first capital connect. Welcome to hell.
X) I moved from a green to pink driving license. But have yet to prove my skills in my own car. I tried to buy a ticket to win one at Milton Keynes shopping centre, but couldn't find the person who was selling the tickets. Shame.
X) Move over Nigella, i'm turning into a domestic goddess.
That is that. Enjoy. Writing.
X) I have since lived in both Hendon and North Finchley in london. "Get the heck out of the big smoke and into the countryside". That's what I did, 6 months ago. Currently residing in a very English sounding place called Biggleswade, Bedfordshire. Moving to smaller, newer, cheaper place in a months time. Still in Biggles Wiggles. Rent to buy, foot onto the very high and long housing ladder. Fingers crossed I'll get to the top. How did I end up in Biggleswade I hear you cry?
X) Simon and myself split up in 2009. Kelvin crept up on me early 2010. Surprises are nice, especially good ones. We went on lots of dates, the first being Norfolk where I wee'ed on myself. That was a clarifying moment. It would a) be a story to tell the grand children b) my ticket for a second date being binned... We're still here to tell the tale. Both in Biggleswade. I like being with a guy who is from East Anglia and has grown up with the Evening Telegraph. He is special, a lifer.
X) Tofu the rat died in Hendon. I came home from work and he was dead in the cage. He got buried in the garden, but a fox dug him up to eat him. He was reburied. Vegemite was lonely and went to the Currie animal sanctuary in Kettering. He developed a growth on his back, then he had a stroke and his back legs went wobbly. He died.
X) Pickle and Licky are no longer kittens and grew cold and distant to each other. Pickle resides in the Currie animal sanctuary, Licky is a nomad. He lives between Biggleswade and Kettering.
X) I'm still vegan and straight edge.
X) I've been a teacher for 3 years now. Moving up the main pay scale nicely into poll position. Teaching in Hendon, London, so yes, I'm commuting. Welcome to middle class, middle aged balding men on the first capital connect. Welcome to hell.
X) I moved from a green to pink driving license. But have yet to prove my skills in my own car. I tried to buy a ticket to win one at Milton Keynes shopping centre, but couldn't find the person who was selling the tickets. Shame.
X) Move over Nigella, i'm turning into a domestic goddess.
That is that. Enjoy. Writing.