Hug.

Wish I could help you with your load. ...

I would usually advise focusing on the present, but with it being tooth hurty right now...... I got nuthin.

Hug.

Yeah. .. that's all I got. I guess you have to do something about that tooth first, so....um..... just handle that one thing first.

THanks guys. Deleted my posts because...well it doesn't matter because why because then I am just doing what I was told I was doing when I posted about it in the first place. Not by you. Just...eh, never mind all that.

This too shall pass. Thanks for your concern. Kind words and virtual hugs are nice.

L---

Infi - whatever it was, I hope it's getting better now!

I'm no fan of sterilisation.
(Well only as a knee-jerk reaction) but surely some women can have contrceptive implants. Can't think of an equivalent temporary measure for men.

We just had the court case of a woman who starved her four year old to death and hid the corpse in his cotbed under the squalor she lived in. His body was dressed in clothes intended for a six month old baby. Said clothes bore signs of maggot infestation.

And no, not a postpartem story in this case, just the tragic case of a woman completely unsuitable to reroduce
Amanda Hutton had eight children, most in Care or with relatives.
She was an alcoholic and drug addict.
She spent her own childhood in Care and lived an extremely chaotic lifestyle.
She had been a victim of serious domestic violence and was known to the police.
When she was arrested she was so drunk she couldn't stand up and looked like she would be sick when she tried to speak. There were flies on her clothes.

Her son never saw a GP and was eventually struck off the list for failing to keep appointments.
She refused to let Health Visitors into the house.
Her son did not turn up for school and was eventually unregistered.

There is a tabloid-scramble for blame of course, but EIGHT CHILDREN raised in squalor at some point in their lives?
We're not talking a clown car, we're talking a gumball machine.

Uh...you could help me with my load...;)

I'm cold.
Not proper cold than can be warmed up, but weird skin-cold which refuses to shift, all goosebumps and unexpected shivers.
Diz is ill and now on a 24 hour fast. If I had anywhere else I could go for 24 I would
I can't drink, I don't want to eat.

Only good thing is Mum is out most of today, so I don't have her to deal with, although she seems okay right now.
When she's gone Dad will start mooching around doing his own thing, so I'll go watch some TV. And maybe put some gloves on. And maybe boil my beans for dinner tonight.

And make some lists for whet I want and need, as incentives, starting with upping my overtime for Christmas.

No real problems, apart from Diz. Just down.

Maybe you#re coming down with something. Have a cup of tea. That should help warm you at least.

I have had a bad day today. Not going in to details right now, but the final straw for me was being away for the day and gettiny a text message telling me eva has started walking. When i waent there. :'(

Oh ... crap. Hugs, Ali. :hug:

Today I am not happy becos I have not seen my Nellie at all today not even in the park or in the car.

I do not know why I have not seen my Nellie. I wish I saw my Nellie.







[Dana's note: Nelle had her dew claws removed today.

:)

I hope Carrot gets to see Nellie very soon. Nellie also misses Carrot, I'm sure.

This was so cute I had to respond. Love to the doggies!

Becos?


Dewclos.

Friends who ghost you once you have cancer.

Yeah. But teh Cellar's got your back. X

Sent by thought transference

ortho - they are probably jealous. look at you! you beat cancer and come away a very sexy nymph. I just love your hair. plus, look at all you accomplished with your training while sicker than a dog.

Thanks, limey and Sarge. Teh Cellar really does have my back.