Hush little baby…
Time for an overhaul…..
Just a quick one tonight.
Met Zap. Possibly the most insightful man on the planet. And just as crazy about England not qualifying for the Euros as i (I can’t believe i haven’t mentioned them before this. Tsk, bad Jag.)
Had a fucked up night last night. Eating cheese before bedtime is a no-no. Got to bed at 2:44am. Phone rang at 3:31am. Woke up due to nightmare at 4:27am (I can still see his eyes). Hopefully, tonight will be better.
I smell like baby. I just put Rhyan to bed. God, he’s so big now. Gotta post pictures tomorrow.
And a special thank you to those who have chosen to stick around. I know i’ve not been the best diarist, and never was the most consistant noter, but knowing you still take the time out to read means a lot. I promise, when i’m in a funny mood again, i will pile the notes on!
Until tomorrow…
N.B. It was a bad idea. Made me miss you more. I’m still sorry. May as well say it as much as i can now. Goodbye’s don’t scare me as much as they used to.
As if we wouldn’t stick around.. Fool. I think I’ll text you. BUT I have two numbers for you.. ooh, it’s like a lucky dip. xxxxx
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To echo the above but perhaps more bluntly – you daft bugger! Of course we’re still here, that’s the beauty of it. A net that can stop you from falling when the chips are down or hold you up when the world is revelling in your brilliance. I find babies very grounding no matter what the strife is. Amazing how the physiology kicks in and for a few moments there is nothing above andbeyod. Perhaps worth holding onto that thought?
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