The Godfather’s got nothing on me

Blackmail
Threatening behaviour
In your face confrontations

I’ve got them all down pat, and I was only looking after a 4 yr old…..

“If you’re a good boy while we’re here you can play on the iPad when we get home…”

“I’ll take your toys away if you don’t behave…”

And of course the old favourite

“just wait until your Father gets home….”

I am stupidly busy

With the new flat my responsibilities at home have increased.

At the same time I have had to increase my responsibilities at work in order to ‘raise my profile’.

The lack of communal furniture has seen a marked reduction in closeness, and I have had just four days off in the last four weeks and spent half of those looking after the four year old.

I am exhausted and trying to squeeze time for myself into a pattern that already gave me little time as it was, and the additional stress has meant that I am just a ball of emotion.

Or more accurately a ball of one emotion,

Anger

I am venting it left right and centre. Not to mention up, down and any which way including loose.

And everyone has noticed too….

Annoying the boyfriend

by getting him addicted to something that is notoriously ‘girlie’ in his eyes, but is so calming, productive and when stretching your sights can be transformed into a fabulous wall display.

What is it? oh yes….. Tapestry

This is his first solo effort. The boy done good.

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Halfhead

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Without the B, Stuart MacBride writes slick, gruesome thrillers featuring DS Logan McRae.

I’ve read several of these, so you’d think I’d be used to the level of blood, guts and gore that spout from each vein of violent prose, but oh no, this novel is far more disturbing.

The bleak future setting, with its inhumane justice system, combined with the fantastic plotting and fabulous writing, make this one novel that will certainly create a few sleepless nights.

Go. Get it. Then enjoy.

Last of the heartaches

Now I am firmly ensconced in the new place with Boo that is all ‘ours’, it’s finally time to tackle the last of the big things that is hanging over from my divorce.

The Photographs. 15 years of them.

It’s going to be a long few days sorting through methinks.