This isn't to say that I don't want to spend time with my family, I am just loath to spend time with the bloody idiots that inhabit Bristol (No I don't care if you're reading this and Bristolian.)
So far this year I've had family sickness, my Great-Grandmother has died after a huge stroke, trouble at work, trouble with my flatmates and now I find that a man I owe a hell of a lot to in my bowls carrer has had a mild stroke and is in hosptal.
So I'm feeling a little like life hates me at the moment. For ever one or two things that goes right tweleve things goes and pukes up... no worse then that.
Anyway, I've had my moan,
Now I'm going to make sure everything's handed in right.
Then I'm going back to bed since my bloody alarm clock needs a bloody airhorn attached to make sure it does the job it was bought to do.
Anne Joey Lawrence
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