Friday 18 January 2019

2019 so far

I can't talk about December. No blogs. Too stressful. With Christmas on top.

Onto January with its glorious new beginnings....

I've had three sessions of physio because I slept funny

I stole a chicken in Magaluf

I feel like wonder-woman because I changed the frigging gas in the dark which was freezing - and with boogers round the corner (can I just say this is not an easy task even in the day - goddamn mountain, country, Mallorquin living)

The husband has been absent for many days

The pony is nuts, throwing kids all over the place

I can't cope with the hygienist

Dry January has been pretty damp

I have coughed up phlegm in unwanted situations

My car knocks, bangs and stinks like poo

There are half-mouses everywhere

Roll on February I think


Charlie the chicken, almost dead in Magaluf, very much alive in Calvia