People getting pissed off at a third of Oxford Street being pedestrianised probably never bloody go there. It’s from Marble Arch to Oxford Circus. Three tube stations, the middle one has step free access.
Daughter watched Chelsea lose. So far they’ve given up trying to come home to change. Been on two buses that both suddenly terminated, she’s soaking wet, and they’ve now called an uber. They’ve got stamina for sure. I’d have totally given up and come home by now. Oh to be a teen with few fucks to give.
17 is off to Stamford Bridge to watch Chelsea Spurs match. Initially I was slightly annoyed that I’m not, but on reflection the weather is fucking horrendous and I’m very happy to take the sofa option with my cats.
More digging. This is my Great Great Grandmother born in approx 1850.
And my Great Grandfather who was tragically killed by one of about 32 cars on British roads that knocked him off his bicycle in 1926, when my Grannie was 9.
Deep dive down memory lane at Mum’s. I so wanted to be a flower fairy, I read these over and over when I was 4 or 5. Pretty pissed off I never became a fucking fairy tbqhwy.
Had an idea. Made a sort of pakora/fritter hybrid with prawns, sweetcorn, spring onions, coriander & other stuff. So good I had them for elevenses.
I don’t want to brag or anything (yes I fucking do), but 17 has been shortlisted for Young Person of the Year.
Just made a soup that I think finally out-soups my mother. It’s a close call, and I may be wrong, daughter will be testing later.
Which Marshall law? The character in Tekken, or the comic book? I’m struggling to see how either can help here.
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Why do Americans (the thick Republican ones) believe this shit? Why doesn’t anyone call him out? Why don’t journalists challenge the fat cunt? Why can’t he just fall off his fucking perch? So many questions.
Trump: "We have 5 states where your child goes off to school as Tim and comes back as Tammy 3 or 4 days later. It's true. And teachers make a decision. 'Goodbye Timmy I love you so much, I'll see you later.' And you say, 'Where's my son? My son is in the hospital.' Can you imagine? They don't even need approval"
2-1 away win, and she had time for a chat and laugh with her defence partner in crime while we had a PC at the other end (and scored).
Got up at a very unreasonable hour to do what I was meant to do last night. Red velvet cake for an order, plus shallot & nigella seed sausage rolls, and a very lemony lemon drizzle for today’s post match treats.
Me, I’m just a lawnmower, you can tell by the way I walk. Top marks and a cake to whoever tells me what that from.
This chap has been patrolling the perimeter of Mum’s garden for hours. I’m currently thinking of recipes. May be connected.
Yesterday’s roast lamb ➡️ today’s shepherd’s pie and the only time I will entertain peas. Truffle mash as on top. Oof.




















