“Tomorrow I marry this guy,” Hall wrote on Friday afternoon. “I’ve eaten a whole jar of Cadbury Almonds for the nerves.”
“Of course the wedding almost didn’t happen, for the first time we fought all week.”
What am I doing tonight? I’m searching everywhere for a babysitter, so Denim and I can go and sit on the grass at his mates event and see in the new year in peace.. I’m Or of course that probably won’t happen instead, I’ll be here, with the kids I just took to (my worst nightmare) a fun park because exhausting them minimises my chances of being physically and mentally harassed when I got home. Make them a heart felt meal, threaten them that there will be NOTHING else if they don’t eat it. Make them something else when they don’t eat it, Witness the worlds most irrational tantrum over the speed of which it takes noodles to cool down. Cry into a bottle of unopened wine. Google Fetal Alcohol Syndrome.. Accept that the wine stays closed. Start the count down. The one from 4pm until the kids bed time… Jump into bed at 8pm to decide which Netflix series I’m gonna rewatch coz I’m seen them all bar some health doco’s that would make me decide to get healthy and loath myself and my Almond magnum the following hour. Whichever destiny lies ahead, I’ll be in bed before midnight, kissing the ones that I love, grateful for everything I have and that this cunt of a year is over. Happy New Years!!!! Con. Ps thanks for being you. Wouldn’t have made it without you rad Bitches by my side????????????????