Kate’s allegedly a human (although increasingly right-wing bigots would say otherwise). She’s definitely not a vampire, despite what some other people claim. She’s also mostly built out of spite and overcoming oppositional-sexism, racism, and other random bullshit.
So she’s either a human or a lizard in disguise sent to destroy all of humanity.
Either way, she’s here to reassure that it’s all fine.
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The good, the bad and the downright disasterous
I’ve done it again. It’s another Rebecca. It is. I’m a big sensible adult now, and I can see when my insanity is trying to take me places where I really shouldn’t go. That’s why I’m getting a free timber and damp treatment survey done. And then I’m going down there with a surveyor who’ll…
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Do you see the impressed?
Securon, the makers of my now faulty seatbelt and Charles Ware’s Morris Minor Centre in Bath have agreed, impressively, to replace with a new one, my 3 year old faulty seatbelt; this is better than I wanted and I am, to be honest, very impressed. Thus I shall favour them with gifts of cash (in…
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Sing if you’re proud to be British… Oh, you better not
Uh, just click. Then weep for Britain.
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Welcome to 1965
Some things weren’t great about the 60s… Tasteful, no? So I did my first house viewing today and I have to admit that I came away from it feeling… well… neutral. I didn’t love the house, and I didn’t hate it. I couldn’t see anything structurally terrible, it’s had its roof redone at some point,…
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And with a summary of the news
1: I’ve got my appointment through. It appears it may not be a mammogram; it’s a full breast exam though, comprising (potentially) an ultrasound (definate), a mammogram (possible), and a needle aspiration (hopefully unlikely). I am, unsuprisingly, not looking forward to this. It’s 5 days before my birthday. Be gentle with me, I’ll be stressed.…
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Oh dear god I’m tired.
So, Friday night, I’m planning my weekend away to say goodbye to Trey – who’s heading off to climates colder and more northern – and I arrive home after my day shift to a phone call which runs thus: Mum: “Kate… the cistern’s leaking again…. quite a lot…. do you think you could come down…
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Today
So, after I posted my last post, Nikki – friend and saviour – came round and persuaded me to take the day off work and just try to get my mind off stuff. After a cup of coffee, and me nearly breaking down on the phone to work in a conversation which ran: Kate: Oh…
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I’m sure it’s nothing, but…
Medical related. Possibly triggering. Possibly TMI.
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Unclean! Unclean!
When I was filled with the youthful joys of the world (i.e. a few years ago) estate agents (realtors) were considered somewhat slimey. Indeed, my family’s experience with them left me thinking that dealing with Estate Agents was somewhat like diving headlong into a bucket of jellied eels. Dealing with estate agents was an experience…
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Damn Potatos
My sig has, for a long time, read “The whole plan relied on the innate curiosity of the potato”. I wrote this down on a piece of paper at some point in my teens – I heard it on the radio and thought it was the most fantastic quote ever. Years later I found it…