The libellous tweet did give me a cheeky chuckle, though the account it came from is on closer inspection an absolute danger.
The libellous tweet did give me a cheeky chuckle, though the account it came from is on closer inspection an absolute danger.She's not so heartbroken that she doesn't have the energy to like tweets threatening libel on people who accuse her of being a grifter, so I'm sure she'll rally.
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Good advice for allGo and do SOMETHING.
Not twatting around the shitty bungalow feeling sorry for yourself.
Not focusing on Tinder Twats who will most likely ghost you once they've googled and see you're a skint (allegedly) bunny boiler in search of 18 years of CMS payments and look about 20 years older in person compared to via facetune (if they ever had any interest in anything other than a quick ego boost before going home to the wife and kids)/weren't a predator.
Not focusing upon the people who were nice to you even when you were really rude to them because their son/brother/whatever was dating you no longer having to be polite.
Not focusing on SB (although that's hardly a new thing in itself) being at home with his Dad and family.
You've clearly got somebody already looking after the poor bloody Two Grand Content or you wouldn't be at the supermarket in the first place. Do something more useful than wafting around Asda's like a Smartprice Ghost.
Spend a fiver a week on going to a cheap gym. Put earphones in, be anonymous, don't speak to anybody. If your shoulder is hurting and you genuinely cannot do gentle, loadfree mobilisation exercises on the pec fly/rear delts (which any physio would advise you to try and keep doing to ensure you have some movement even with the condition you claim), do a leg and core session.
Book a course of swimming lessons and actually go to them. Even if you don't get as far as tearing up and down the fast lane, you'll learn how not to sink and moving in the gentle, supportive resistance of the water will give you some relief and a pleasing sensation similar to a weighted blanket. Have a bloody long shower afterwards, all free as you've already paid for it in your admission. Drink a large bottle of cold water afterwards.
Buy yourself a portion of chips on the way home as you'll be hungrier after swimming than from any other exercise known to woman (it's a genuine thing).
Then sit outside and enjoy the sunset and fresh air before getting some sleep (stay off your phone) or at most listening to an audio book. Nothing worthy. Nothing political. Just an audio book - Lord of the Rings, Watership Down, something that has a soothing voice and rhythm that you just switch off to. Or a running documentary - they're great for that because a lot of the foley is the sound of somebody running or designed to create a feeling of the ongoing process, rather than being thrilling or exciting. Or a Gaelic radio station - no idea what they're talking about, but it sounds nice.
Tune out the feelings of loss or resentment and DO SOMETHING.
It’s been a chard day’s night, and I’ve been shaking like aIt's been a chard days night and I've been cooking up some slop
I doubt it's major heartbreak pet. It was literally a few months say that to people who have lost their partner after a lifetime.
It’s enraging that this flesh guzzling fraud ever dared to be a spokesperson for veganism. The brass neck on it.Goes on Countryfile to talk about veganism, dresses as Tory landowner…
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I have been with my husband more than a decade and we have no joint calenders. We have a calender in the kitchen with things like take kid one to dentist, take kid two to sports day etc, that's it.Deleting holidays from the joint Google calendar? After what was it, two and a half minutes of relationship? Good god the pumble is real! I’ve been married 5 years, we have no joint calendars and still haven’t had a honeymoon because no money! The fucking entitlement is off the scale…
And her dog.Talking about her sad tweet. Sometimes we all have shitty days and to be honest. Instead of wallowing in them they are usually the days I grab my kids, check what funds I have spare ( usually not much) and piss off out for the day with them. Watching them have fun literally does pull me out of the funk!
She needs to realise she doesn't need another person to make her feel valid. She has her son and he should be enough!
Sounds like...a joint calendarI have been with my husband more than a decade and we have no joint calenders. We have a calender in the kitchen with things like take kid one to dentist, take kid two to sports day etc, that's it.
Absolutely!
I feel bad for reducing your excellent post down to this, butGo and do SOMETHING.
Not twatting around the shitty bungalow feeling sorry for yourself.
Not focusing on Tinder Twats who will most likely ghost you once they've googled and see you're a skint (allegedly) bunny boiler in search of 18 years of CMS payments and look about 20 years older in person compared to via facetune (if they ever had any interest in anything other than a quick ego boost before going home to the wife and kids)/weren't a predator.
Not focusing upon the people who were nice to you even when you were really rude to them because their son/brother/whatever was dating you no longer having to be polite.
Not focusing on SB (although that's hardly a new thing in itself) being at home with his Dad and family.
You've clearly got somebody already looking after the poor bloody Two Grand Content or you wouldn't be at the supermarket in the first place. Do something more useful than wafting around Asda's like a Smartprice Ghost.
Spend a fiver a week on going to a cheap gym. Put earphones in, be anonymous, don't speak to anybody. If your shoulder is hurting and you genuinely cannot do gentle, loadfree mobilisation exercises on the pec fly/rear delts (which any physio would advise you to try and keep doing to ensure you have some movement even with the condition you claim), do a leg and core session.
Book a course of swimming lessons and actually go to them. Even if you don't get as far as tearing up and down the fast lane, you'll learn how not to sink and moving in the gentle, supportive resistance of the water will give you some relief and a pleasing sensation similar to a weighted blanket. Have a bloody long shower afterwards, all free as you've already paid for it in your admission. Drink a large bottle of cold water afterwards.
Buy yourself a portion of chips on the way home as you'll be hungrier after swimming than from any other exercise known to woman (it's a genuine thing).
Then sit outside and enjoy the sunset and fresh air before getting some sleep (stay off your phone) or at most listening to an audio book. Nothing worthy. Nothing political. Just an audio book - Lord of the Rings, Watership Down, something that has a soothing voice and rhythm that you just switch off to. Or a running documentary - they're great for that because a lot of the foley is the sound of somebody running or designed to create a feeling of the ongoing process, rather than being thrilling or exciting. Or a Gaelic radio station - no idea what they're talking about, but it sounds nice.
Tune out the feelings of loss or resentment and DO SOMETHING.
I’d just bookmarked to drag back later in the threadI feel bad for reducing your excellent post down to this, but
"Wafting around Asda like a Smartprice Ghost"
would be a fantastic thread title.
Has Jack actually just acknowledged that she was wrong!? She really must be unwell.
“Looks like PAY YOUR TAXES to me” - Alan Titchmarsh.
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