There is a smile. It's on everybodys face at some stage in their lives. It's the smile which knows pain.
You might think that only a few unfortunate people can have this smile.
That would be a mistake.
This smile will strike everyone, and ignore no-one.
It's shown to another who seems to be doing fine.
They might be fine just now, but one day the smile will pass across their lips.
It hurts.
I decided to return to an old blog format, one that consists of many different elements - basically I can't think of one big idea, so I'm throwing a few in at once. Plus my journal ran out of pages but the car's in the shop so haven't gotten around to getting a new one...
To be honest a few things have happened in the past week...Will and I are floating the idea of moving back to Guernsey. They do a few places for nurse training reguated by the UEA and if I could get one then we could move back. Naturally it's not that simple and the idea comes with the necessity of finding the money to rent on the 'rich persons haven'.
Lately I have been yearning more and more for the simple life, like I had back at school. Sure there were a lot of mental health problems, that's another point 'for' Guernsey - the healthcare is brilliant, but I still drove my little car to school and around to the beach whenever I wanted. I taught sailing and could go whenever I wanted.
Now of course there is rent and gas and electricity to find, my health rests not with the CAMHS but with the CMHT - nothing is easy anymore.
Will has a boat but it's way down in Dartmouth and we can neither up sticks whenever we want or leave it floating sadly in the harbour down there.
I guess the main deal-breaker is just a tiredness, felt by everyone who has a responsibility - maybe to a partner, or to children, or even to a job. I'm tired of being a grown up. I want to shake my head and stamp my feet. I want to protest that my chidhood was cut short. I want to scream from the rooftops that I am only 19 years old.
19 years. That's all I've had - even Will has had 22 - did I miss the classes on paying rent? Organising Dentist appointments? Paying for petrol? My sister is 15 years old, the same age as me when I first attempted suicide. That's scary, that petrifies me everyday. Since I was 15 I've done a lot...I've been to A&E in about 10 hospitals, I've gotten into Uni - and left, I've gotten pregnant - and miscarried. Why did it all have to happen so soon? Why are my arms littered with scars? Why do I take anti-psychotics every morning, not birth control? Why-oh-why are my liver function tests so bad you'd think I was a 50 year old alcoholic?
And then there are the people...why did I disappoint my Mum? Why did I hurt Dad? Why have I abandoned my baby sisters?
I know an episode is coming, I will regret writing this diatribe. But I also know that I don't understand, anything.
PS I will seek medical help in the morning.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
How Mad Are You?
Just a quick drop-in today. I watched a programme yesterday (see the link at the bottom of the page), which made me think. I like that - I like that an essentially useless thing, can be useful.
The programme is essentially an experiment, with 5 'normal' participants and 5 'mentally ill' participants.
It challenges 3 mental health professionals - and the contestants themselves - to decide who among them has suffered or does suffer from a mental illness, and who is just plain 'normal'.
Already the professionals have spotted one man with OCD, but they wrongly assumed one woman had no mental health issues.
It makes me wonder - if you saw me in a crowd, would you know that I'm 'crazy'?
http://www.bbc.co.uk/headroom/newsandevents/programmes/horizon_hmay.shtml
The programme is essentially an experiment, with 5 'normal' participants and 5 'mentally ill' participants.
It challenges 3 mental health professionals - and the contestants themselves - to decide who among them has suffered or does suffer from a mental illness, and who is just plain 'normal'.
Already the professionals have spotted one man with OCD, but they wrongly assumed one woman had no mental health issues.
It makes me wonder - if you saw me in a crowd, would you know that I'm 'crazy'?
http://www.bbc.co.uk/headroom/newsandevents/programmes/horizon_hmay.shtml
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Ma Vie
My life may not be straightforward, and it may not be conventional
It may not please everybody, but perhaps it touches some
My life is getting used to being lived for me first
And others later.
Everyday it makes me feel guilty for claiming it back,
It tells me I need to do more.
But really, whatever I can do should be good enough.
Each day that I live in the outside world,
And not desperately in a hospital
Each day that I wake up and swallow it down
Is a triumph.
I wonder if I mean enough
Or give enough
Or help enough.
Perhaps my existence makes no mark,
Perhaps I change nothing,
Maybe - just maybe...
...I am okay.
For now
It may not please everybody, but perhaps it touches some
My life is getting used to being lived for me first
And others later.
Everyday it makes me feel guilty for claiming it back,
It tells me I need to do more.
But really, whatever I can do should be good enough.
Each day that I live in the outside world,
And not desperately in a hospital
Each day that I wake up and swallow it down
Is a triumph.
I wonder if I mean enough
Or give enough
Or help enough.
Perhaps my existence makes no mark,
Perhaps I change nothing,
Maybe - just maybe...
...I am okay.
For now
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday Night
I've never been one to give up on someone. No matter how much they may appear to hate me, or think what I do is wrong, I have always maintained that eventually I would win them over.
Unfortunately I have made my first exception.
My eldest sister, J, aged 15.
We haven't spoken in nearly a year, she never forgave me for leaving Guernsey with Will, she was hurt when she found out about my Dad.
Apology after apology I've given her, even gifts in my desperation.
But now I have decided to let it rest. I remember being 15 - I took no prisoners, I wouldn't take apologies from anyone.
I just didn't want to do it without writing about her. She's beautiful - taller than me already, perfect hair and teeth...a better physique and wearing make up when I've only just started. She's clever too, wants to be a lawyer and she's well on her way - you won't find her getting engaged at 18 or quitting Uni.
So here's to her, and one day being friends again
Unfortunately I have made my first exception.
My eldest sister, J, aged 15.
We haven't spoken in nearly a year, she never forgave me for leaving Guernsey with Will, she was hurt when she found out about my Dad.
Apology after apology I've given her, even gifts in my desperation.
But now I have decided to let it rest. I remember being 15 - I took no prisoners, I wouldn't take apologies from anyone.
I just didn't want to do it without writing about her. She's beautiful - taller than me already, perfect hair and teeth...a better physique and wearing make up when I've only just started. She's clever too, wants to be a lawyer and she's well on her way - you won't find her getting engaged at 18 or quitting Uni.
So here's to her, and one day being friends again
Thursday, November 06, 2008
What it's like to be bipolar
There is a particular kind of pain, elation, loneliness, and terror involved in this kind of madness. When you're high it's tremendous. The ideas and feelings are fast and frequent like shooting stars, and you follow them until you find better and brighter ones.
Shyness goes, the right words and gestures are suddenly there, the power to captivate others a felt certainty. There are interests found in uninteresting people.
Sensuality is pervasive and the desire to seduce and be seduced irresistible. Feelings of ease, intensity, power, well-being, financial omnipotence, and euphoria pervade one's marrow. But, somewhere this changes. The fast ideas are too fast, and there are far too many, overwhelming confusion replaces clarity. Memory goes. Humor and absorption on friend's faces are replaced by fear and concern.
Everything previously moving with the grain is now against....
you are irritable, angry, frightened, uncontrollable, and emerged totally in the blackest caves of the mind.
You never knew those caves were there. It will never end, for madness carves its own reality.
- Kay Redfield Jamison, MD
I don't like standing near the edge of a platform when an express train is passing through. I like to stand right back and if possible get a pillar between me and the train. I don't like to stand by the side of a ship and look down into the water. A second's action would end everything. A few drops of desperation.
- Winston Churchill (1874-1965)
Shyness goes, the right words and gestures are suddenly there, the power to captivate others a felt certainty. There are interests found in uninteresting people.
Sensuality is pervasive and the desire to seduce and be seduced irresistible. Feelings of ease, intensity, power, well-being, financial omnipotence, and euphoria pervade one's marrow. But, somewhere this changes. The fast ideas are too fast, and there are far too many, overwhelming confusion replaces clarity. Memory goes. Humor and absorption on friend's faces are replaced by fear and concern.
Everything previously moving with the grain is now against....
you are irritable, angry, frightened, uncontrollable, and emerged totally in the blackest caves of the mind.
You never knew those caves were there. It will never end, for madness carves its own reality.
- Kay Redfield Jamison, MD
I don't like standing near the edge of a platform when an express train is passing through. I like to stand right back and if possible get a pillar between me and the train. I don't like to stand by the side of a ship and look down into the water. A second's action would end everything. A few drops of desperation.
- Winston Churchill (1874-1965)
Monday, November 03, 2008
Angels
Don't worry...no Robbie Williams in sight.
I was thinking last night, as Will and I talked about my latest episode, about the people who were always there for me before my betrothed.
They never knew, never saw the scars or the pills. But still they were there...and of course they did know, because I'm crap at hiding things.
Now there are three photos above my bed..a white camellia in the middle, Will and I at prom on the left, and on the right there are my girls. Four girls in beautiful dresses hanging above my bed. I like to think that they are watching over me, that as I lay in bed sleeping or watching a movie or just hiding from the rest of the world, they are there to help me still.
We don't talk that often, as life has thrown us all over the UK. We have new friends, in new homes with new lives. But when I look up through the tears of bipolar, or just of life, we are all there together - happy and full of hope for our lives outside of Guernsey.
Over the two years some of us have gotten engaged, one of us had a baby and three of us continue to battle with mental illness.
Here's to all of us meeting up again one day, getting dressed in our best and going out with hope in our eyes...so there'll be a few extra boys, a gorgeous baby girl and hours of therapy sessions...still they'll be there to hold my hand, my purse and (hopefully not) my hair.
I was thinking last night, as Will and I talked about my latest episode, about the people who were always there for me before my betrothed.
They never knew, never saw the scars or the pills. But still they were there...and of course they did know, because I'm crap at hiding things.
Now there are three photos above my bed..a white camellia in the middle, Will and I at prom on the left, and on the right there are my girls. Four girls in beautiful dresses hanging above my bed. I like to think that they are watching over me, that as I lay in bed sleeping or watching a movie or just hiding from the rest of the world, they are there to help me still.
We don't talk that often, as life has thrown us all over the UK. We have new friends, in new homes with new lives. But when I look up through the tears of bipolar, or just of life, we are all there together - happy and full of hope for our lives outside of Guernsey.
Over the two years some of us have gotten engaged, one of us had a baby and three of us continue to battle with mental illness.
Here's to all of us meeting up again one day, getting dressed in our best and going out with hope in our eyes...so there'll be a few extra boys, a gorgeous baby girl and hours of therapy sessions...still they'll be there to hold my hand, my purse and (hopefully not) my hair.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
La vie sans lumière
That's how I feel like I'm living right now - not in darkness, just without light. You know that time of the evening just after dusk where the cities still glow in the distance and the street lamps are still orange but you need a light with which to read.
I'm in one of those towns, watching a city breathe. In the morning the motorway hums in the distance above the waking of the birds, at lunchtime the roads are jammed with commuters trying to make the most of a 40min lunch. And in the evening, the motorway starts to slur and as the sky turns to marl the lights flare up, a twinkling array of orange and yellow which seem to make you squint with the achingness of it all.
It's like a life lived from a distance, always cautious and curteous - avoiding confrontation or anger. Occaisionally depression sets in but you don't complain because what good would it do? Time after time terrible things seem to happen to you but because of your thoughts you don't wallow in it, you move on and accept that you can't have deserved the goodness anyway.
And the lights, when you see the lights you long to be there with all the 'other' people who get promotions and friends...you ache to be right there in their false embrace, surrounded by their wealth and seeming longevity.
But then your light comes on...throws attention to the half-finished decorating, the floor you mean to replace. The pets who aren't well trained, the food which is from a discount range. These things are real and they might not be illuminated, they might sometimes be lonely but they are never false. The sound of your little flat may be drowned by upstairs and next door, the light from it may not even reach your garden...but it's heard, by the people who are worth having...by the people who walk away, sometimes, from the city - to be a part of the world.
What I mean is that life may be a little dark in comparison, but light it shines goes much farther than the horizon.
I'm in one of those towns, watching a city breathe. In the morning the motorway hums in the distance above the waking of the birds, at lunchtime the roads are jammed with commuters trying to make the most of a 40min lunch. And in the evening, the motorway starts to slur and as the sky turns to marl the lights flare up, a twinkling array of orange and yellow which seem to make you squint with the achingness of it all.
It's like a life lived from a distance, always cautious and curteous - avoiding confrontation or anger. Occaisionally depression sets in but you don't complain because what good would it do? Time after time terrible things seem to happen to you but because of your thoughts you don't wallow in it, you move on and accept that you can't have deserved the goodness anyway.
And the lights, when you see the lights you long to be there with all the 'other' people who get promotions and friends...you ache to be right there in their false embrace, surrounded by their wealth and seeming longevity.
But then your light comes on...throws attention to the half-finished decorating, the floor you mean to replace. The pets who aren't well trained, the food which is from a discount range. These things are real and they might not be illuminated, they might sometimes be lonely but they are never false. The sound of your little flat may be drowned by upstairs and next door, the light from it may not even reach your garden...but it's heard, by the people who are worth having...by the people who walk away, sometimes, from the city - to be a part of the world.
What I mean is that life may be a little dark in comparison, but light it shines goes much farther than the horizon.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Frost Run
The title has no connection to the post, I'm just sitting here alone pretty cold and it feels like no matter how much I put on or how many blankets I find I'm still running from the cold, and it never lets me get too far ahead.
For a few days I stopped taking my medication, becasue I thought I had got better - I was making jokes and smiling all the time.
It turns out that was because of the medication.
Will made me see sense and I have started it up again, which means enduring all of the crap that comes with a new psychiatric medication - sleepiness and grumpiness and general bitchiness.
I self harmed last night also, which was disappointing. More than disappointing.
I think disheartened, is the word of the day.
For a few days I stopped taking my medication, becasue I thought I had got better - I was making jokes and smiling all the time.
It turns out that was because of the medication.
Will made me see sense and I have started it up again, which means enduring all of the crap that comes with a new psychiatric medication - sleepiness and grumpiness and general bitchiness.
I self harmed last night also, which was disappointing. More than disappointing.
I think disheartened, is the word of the day.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Every Morning
(This isn't two posts in a day - the last one was before I went to bed last night)
Every morning I wake up and regret.
I told myself that no matter what happened or what I did that I would never have any regrets...well I do.
I regret not getting through Uni, at least not the first year.
It may seem small and you may tell me I can try again, and you'd be right - but it's not the same. On my first attempt I failed, things got tough and I ran.
I look around Facebook and see all these beautiful friends of mine happy and thriving at Uni - whereas what do I do?
Nothing. I sit and wait to get better, pretending that I'm in recovery so that people won't ask why I don't work.
I let my mother down.
Every morning I wake up and regret.
I told myself that no matter what happened or what I did that I would never have any regrets...well I do.
I regret not getting through Uni, at least not the first year.
It may seem small and you may tell me I can try again, and you'd be right - but it's not the same. On my first attempt I failed, things got tough and I ran.
I look around Facebook and see all these beautiful friends of mine happy and thriving at Uni - whereas what do I do?
Nothing. I sit and wait to get better, pretending that I'm in recovery so that people won't ask why I don't work.
I let my mother down.
Rain on the Pretty Ones...
No words of mine today darlings...just the lyrics of Ed Harcourt. (No idea where they came from - just found them on an old memory stick.)
I'm the hunter who's killed by his dog
I'm the statue burnt down into lead
I'm the problem you don't want to solve
I'm the lover who dies in his bed
So rain on the pretty ones
Your useless lives don't speak to us
Rain on the pretty ones
You leave no footprints in the dust
Adventurous you used to be
But now you seem so dead to me
I'm the doctor with a needle in his arm
I'm the cartoon that makes you feel sad
I'm the secret that everyone has
I'm the cancer that never turns black
So rain on the pretty ones
Your useless lives don't speak to us
Rain on the pretty ones
You leave no footprints in the dust
Adventurous you used to be
But now you seem so dead to me
I'm the actor who's scared to perform
I'm the sunshine that hides in the clouds
I'm the father that couldn't be found
I'm the cuckoo that never flew south
I'm the Christian that cannot forgive
I'm the dreamer who jumps off the bridge
I'm the sinner who hates how he lives
I'm the liar who gets what he gives
I'm the hunter who's killed by his dog
I'm the statue burnt down into lead
I'm the problem you don't want to solve
I'm the lover who dies in his bed
So rain on the pretty ones
Your useless lives don't speak to us
Rain on the pretty ones
You leave no footprints in the dust
Adventurous you used to be
But now you seem so dead to me
I'm the doctor with a needle in his arm
I'm the cartoon that makes you feel sad
I'm the secret that everyone has
I'm the cancer that never turns black
So rain on the pretty ones
Your useless lives don't speak to us
Rain on the pretty ones
You leave no footprints in the dust
Adventurous you used to be
But now you seem so dead to me
I'm the actor who's scared to perform
I'm the sunshine that hides in the clouds
I'm the father that couldn't be found
I'm the cuckoo that never flew south
I'm the Christian that cannot forgive
I'm the dreamer who jumps off the bridge
I'm the sinner who hates how he lives
I'm the liar who gets what he gives
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
A Moment
This evening is strange for me. I feel contented, and I feel safe.
But I feel so alone.
I feel dark and suffocated.
I feel like I can't make anything okay.
I chatted to a good friend last night and told her everything was okay.
But I lied.
I am struggling, still.
But I feel so alone.
I feel dark and suffocated.
I feel like I can't make anything okay.
I chatted to a good friend last night and told her everything was okay.
But I lied.
I am struggling, still.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Drawing In
The clocks go back on Sunday here in the UK and that means that it's going to get darker, colder and all the more winterier over the coming weeks.
Personally I love this, I love the dark evenings under a blanket, I love the jeans and tops I start to live in, I love the wellies I'll need to take the dog for a walk.
I'm not at my most literate today though I have been writing a poem a day in the back of my journal for some time now, and it feels good. The meds are at a steady level, I can rise before lunch and the wedding plans are well underway.
Love you
Personally I love this, I love the dark evenings under a blanket, I love the jeans and tops I start to live in, I love the wellies I'll need to take the dog for a walk.
I'm not at my most literate today though I have been writing a poem a day in the back of my journal for some time now, and it feels good. The meds are at a steady level, I can rise before lunch and the wedding plans are well underway.
Love you
Monday, October 06, 2008
Reinvention
You'll notice (I hope) the colour and font changes to the blog. I thought that it was time for another fresh start. Not that I am unhappy with it or anything like that, a little change just felt right. And the colour of my bedroom wall is a perfect colour to match with.
I worry that my choice of colour for my blog reflects badly on my personality, and that the hot pink of blogs gone by will put people off, and make them feel that there is nothing of substance to be found. Which I hope there is.
You might also notice that my grammar is all over the place today - I apologise for this and rather shamefully blame it on my latest medication. Whilst the stuff infiltrates my system I'm running on half empty, and awake only about 5 hours in every 24. All in the name of mental wellbeing.
I appreciate that drugs are not always the answer, but on the otherhand I recognise that I do have a condition and if I am to use medication to reach some sort of level-footing then right now I am not in the position to say no.
Perhaps if this medication takes then I can actually put some thought into this blog, and say some of those things of substance!
Much love xxx
I worry that my choice of colour for my blog reflects badly on my personality, and that the hot pink of blogs gone by will put people off, and make them feel that there is nothing of substance to be found. Which I hope there is.
You might also notice that my grammar is all over the place today - I apologise for this and rather shamefully blame it on my latest medication. Whilst the stuff infiltrates my system I'm running on half empty, and awake only about 5 hours in every 24. All in the name of mental wellbeing.
I appreciate that drugs are not always the answer, but on the otherhand I recognise that I do have a condition and if I am to use medication to reach some sort of level-footing then right now I am not in the position to say no.
Perhaps if this medication takes then I can actually put some thought into this blog, and say some of those things of substance!
Much love xxx
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Back
Hey there everyone
So the new puppy is settling in, she is called Baby and thankfully is now getting to know Mittens the kitten.
Today I got my brand new meds - Seroquel. I figure now I'm on anti-psychotics I've joined the ranks of the truly crazy!
Watch this space for updates on the crazy house.
So the new puppy is settling in, she is called Baby and thankfully is now getting to know Mittens the kitten.
Today I got my brand new meds - Seroquel. I figure now I'm on anti-psychotics I've joined the ranks of the truly crazy!
Watch this space for updates on the crazy house.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Wedding
Now I don't want to say lots and lots tonight, I don't want to upset Will (if he reads) and I haven't even allowed comments on this post - it's just venting that inevitably follows a few rough days.
A few days ago we ordered my wedding dress, but I don't know what size to get or even how to pay for it.
Every time I mention ordering invites my beau changes the subject - it's only four months until the wedding.
I keep asking if we can put the final deposit on the reception, but he says it's booked for now and we'll pay soon.
My point is I feel out of the loop. I don't know what's happening. I don't know about Will's finances. I'm a control freak.
I just needed to put this out somewhere. A new post, with comments enabled, will be here soon.
A few days ago we ordered my wedding dress, but I don't know what size to get or even how to pay for it.
Every time I mention ordering invites my beau changes the subject - it's only four months until the wedding.
I keep asking if we can put the final deposit on the reception, but he says it's booked for now and we'll pay soon.
My point is I feel out of the loop. I don't know what's happening. I don't know about Will's finances. I'm a control freak.
I just needed to put this out somewhere. A new post, with comments enabled, will be here soon.
Crappy crappy crap crap
It happened again. Last night we had a fight and I hurt myself.
So it doesn't happen as often anymore. So I don't buy double-edge blades anymore.
It still has me, right in its silver, sharp grip.
So it doesn't happen as often anymore. So I don't buy double-edge blades anymore.
It still has me, right in its silver, sharp grip.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
And?
I knew it was too good to be true. Selfridges was a farce. No-one knew I was coming. I was herded from one place to another for two hours. Everyone there was fatter than me. It was humiliating. Course it wasn't going to work.
I am not going back there. Ever.
Just forget it, you know? It's way too hard. Cannot wait for these bloods to come back then the pills start, and me as I am today will hopefully disappear.
I am not going back there. Ever.
Just forget it, you know? It's way too hard. Cannot wait for these bloods to come back then the pills start, and me as I am today will hopefully disappear.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Diagnosis
So it finally happened. Four years of pills and doctors and hospitals and pain...all brought together by two different psychiatric disorders, finally with a name.
Cyclothymia (rapid cycling bipolar disorder - annoyingly called 'bipolar lite')
Borderline Personality Disorder
Next comes the treatment. Which is good, right? I get the right treatment, and the rest of my life can start - hopefully with only a few pills each morning, and an outpatient appointment here and there.
On Thursday I have to have blood tests done, to check I'm okay for the new pills. I just hope they don't affect fertility, as I do so want a baby - and no-one has told me what they actually are going to be.
I'm all for it.
Also on Thursday I have an interview at Selfridges, an interview I want so much. For a job I always fantasised about.
Fingers crossed for a bit of good wind.
Cyclothymia (rapid cycling bipolar disorder - annoyingly called 'bipolar lite')
Borderline Personality Disorder
Next comes the treatment. Which is good, right? I get the right treatment, and the rest of my life can start - hopefully with only a few pills each morning, and an outpatient appointment here and there.
On Thursday I have to have blood tests done, to check I'm okay for the new pills. I just hope they don't affect fertility, as I do so want a baby - and no-one has told me what they actually are going to be.
I'm all for it.
Also on Thursday I have an interview at Selfridges, an interview I want so much. For a job I always fantasised about.
Fingers crossed for a bit of good wind.
Friday, September 12, 2008
eBay
Now, we all know what it is but my goodness I had never experienced anything like it before. I have been popping along to buy my trademark kitsch earrings for some time now...but selling? It never even occured to me.
It all started when Will decided to sell one of his treasured Rolex watches (for purposes unknown to me he has 4, and 2 are exactly the same...)
After that I decided to sell a few bits of clothes...then an ornament...then an old PS2...then some bags.
Is it at all possible that selling is more addictive than buying on eBay? I'd like that...it makes me money, rather then taking it from me.
(Is it just me or do eBay transactions not feel like real money? Like it's a giant game where you hand over simoleons or something (SIMS money) and then get giant pink flamingoes for the garden...)
Anyway, just a lightheardted post for a change.
XXX
PS I wonder how many times I have said 'anyway' on this blog over the years...
It all started when Will decided to sell one of his treasured Rolex watches (for purposes unknown to me he has 4, and 2 are exactly the same...)
After that I decided to sell a few bits of clothes...then an ornament...then an old PS2...then some bags.
Is it at all possible that selling is more addictive than buying on eBay? I'd like that...it makes me money, rather then taking it from me.
(Is it just me or do eBay transactions not feel like real money? Like it's a giant game where you hand over simoleons or something (SIMS money) and then get giant pink flamingoes for the garden...)
Anyway, just a lightheardted post for a change.
XXX
PS I wonder how many times I have said 'anyway' on this blog over the years...
Monday, September 08, 2008
How about that?
Here's a coincidence for you.
I am from Guernsey.
My next door neighbour is called Mike. His son/nephew (can't remember), lives in Guernsey, with his wife from Sark....
Isn't that mad?
Well to me it was entertaining
I am from Guernsey.
My next door neighbour is called Mike. His son/nephew (can't remember), lives in Guernsey, with his wife from Sark....
Isn't that mad?
Well to me it was entertaining
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