Is it wrong to be a bit - just a little bit - pleased that my sister ("The pretty one" as some of you may recall) has put on some weight since she reached middle age
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In heaven there will be no dust. There will be cat hair, but it will stay on the cats and thus not need vacuuming. And brownies will be non-fattening, as will ice-cream. And there will be hot and cold running Dan Rydells on tap.
I don't think you would be human if you didn't rejoice a tiny bit in her weight gain.
You sound like you had a very busy/worthy Sunday. I spent all of Sunday lying wrapped up in a huge jumper shivering and thinking I just might be about to die. Well, except for the thirty or more times I was racing to the bathroom to vomit up litres of yellow liquid. (Though where the liquid was coming from I don't know, since I was just sipping water.) (I couldn't even drink TEA, that's how bad it was.)
Feel a bit better today although my throat is still incredibly sore. This bug I caught is very nasty indeed.
If you find yourself at a loose end lying awake, you could always come up with an idea for this kiddie's book suitable for ages 5 to 8 that I want to do. I've decided the chameleon just won't cut it, so I've abandoned him.
I've got a week off coming up at the beginning of June where I'd like to get stuck into doing illos, but I just can't come up with a SINGLE idea. It's ridiculous.
I'm very fond of my sister, but there's no doubt she's a lot more perfecter than what I am. She got married (even if she did wait till she was 30, and even if her husband is - gasp! - half-Indian)! She had two adorable little boys (even if she did bring them up according to all sorts of half-baked modern ideas)! And, of course, she never did anything embarrassing like end up in hospital with a stomach full of sleeping pills. And she comes all the way up from Penzance, which there's no way she can afford, to spend what must be perfectly ghastly weekends with my mother, in the course of which she attempts to do some cleaning and tidying
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My brother has been similarly succesful in all sorts of ways in which I have not. While you do not begrudge them their happiness in the least, it's still mildly disgruntling. *G
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*sigh*
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You sound like you had a very busy/worthy Sunday. I spent all of Sunday lying wrapped up in a huge jumper shivering and thinking I just might be about to die. Well, except for the thirty or more times I was racing to the bathroom to vomit up litres of yellow liquid. (Though where the liquid was coming from I don't know, since I was just sipping water.) (I couldn't even drink TEA, that's how bad it was.)
Feel a bit better today although my throat is still incredibly sore. This bug I caught is very nasty indeed.
If you find yourself at a loose end lying awake, you could always come up with an idea for this kiddie's book suitable for ages 5 to 8 that I want to do. I've decided the chameleon just won't cut it, so I've abandoned him.
I've got a week off coming up at the beginning of June where I'd like to get stuck into doing illos, but I just can't come up with a SINGLE idea. It's ridiculous.
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I'll send you the file with the Kew Gardens story again, but I don't think I'm likely to get any further with it. It needs too much research ...
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