This past week has just been... I don't even want to think about it, because if I do, I'm going to have a brain aneurysm. It's been horrendous, to put it lightly. And today, I had to make a choice. South Lanarkshire Leisure requires ten days' notice before the collection of your next payment in… Continue reading In Which Fatso Has To Do The Unthinkable
So, I think I've found my outfit for Linda's wedding. Unfortunately, it's still going to cost me close to £60 (dress and shoes; I think I can find my black bolero in the mess of a clothes box I have in the corner of my room for the night 'do) and that is... urgh.… Continue reading In Which Fatso Is A Grape
I don't even know. I'm running out of ideas for the titles of my posts. ANYWAY, haha, there is a point to it: I went swimming today for the first time since the end of last summer. It was a nice idea I got into my head today, and it just wouldn't quit. I wanted… Continue reading Dig that water baby!