The Fourth Trimester

Somehow I feel like I am being dragged into the school assembly in just my pants and socks whilst the other kids point and laugh at me for being an idiot for believing it is “Wear only your pants and socks to school day!”. But I can’t help it. Yes yes … Continue reading


When the zombies noisily and rudely knock down our doors and eat all the people, ridding the world of healthy flesh and hope, I would put my useless, irrelevant, pointless money on one living being surviving. Colin. The fish. Because HE JUST WON’T DIE. He is a scaly superhero, trapped in a bowl. When … Continue reading

Under Pressure

Point me towards an escalating meltdown that needs dealing with, and I am your wonder woman. I LOVES a drama. I loves a mole hill acting like a mountain. You may remember this from previously, when I talked about how catastrophes warm my cockles. But I only love a drama if it … Continue reading