my life

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Just come in from taking child number 5 to nursery and the bloody dog has ripped the bin bag in the kitchen to pieces. I have lost my bin. How can you lose a bloody bin?

Postman had also been. Bailiff letter through the door, get in! Oh the joys of life........

Couldn't find anything. I think it is all in my imagination. CHild number 1 can't smell anything either, so will look later. God, you can tell I have stopped smoking. I am gonna have about 565 posts today alone. Just went out into the garage to check the tumble dryer and there is 10 minutes left, so thought ,'i will have a fag wgile I am waiting'. Nightmare

The middle room smells of cat piss. I think I am gonna have go and investigate. George is getting rather old now, so if I find anything, it will probably be him. He is hubbies cat and he doesn't like me, so he always gets the blame. My cat, *Timmy* doesn't even get the blame for anything. He is an angel. The cats are now 12 and 14. They have both been neutered so their whiss shouldn't smell, so it will probably be feline poooooooo. Oh joy. I think I will get the rubber gloves out. Well, here goes..............wish me luck!!!

I have decided to stop smoking today, again. I have my patch on, under my bra. It is the only way I can keep it on. I have decided that every time I want a cigarette, I am going to write in my blog.

I normally smoke when I have a drink so I have also stopped drinking alcohol. I went out last Friday night again and concurently lost 3 days of my life, so that has to stop. It was great though!

Well, the ironing pile is still reproducing. It is threatening to take over the world at the moment. I went through my washing pile aswell last night. I sorted out loads to get rid of and put the rest in the bath. I swear, I filled the bath and doubled it again with over flowing vengence. Some of that stuff has been in there for years. I kept putting piles of washing on my knee and this morning I have come out in some sort of rash. Must be all the dust mites, urghhhh!!!!!!!

Washing machine has just stopped and I can't believe I am still sitting here typing this. Normally I am like a rabbit out of the trap, running for dear life to change loads like a psycho loon. I must be losing my touch. (It minimises wasted laundry time you see!)

Child number 1 is off school today and she is genuinely ill. She asked me how I could tell she wasn't faking. I think she wanted to know so she could practice for when she just can't be arsed to go. God my kids are clever.

All the others are at school, apart from child number 5 of course, my little buddy. He is at nursery this afternoon.

The dog is grunting at the moment. He thinks he can hear someone trying to break in I think. Maybe there is, I hope they have a fetish about stealing washing!

Tara