Complaints
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In Which I’m Drowning in Striped Paper Bags
In the interests of coming home to an organised life Etsy stockpile, I emptied out one of my storage containers so I could refill the drawers more neatly… except I can’t decide how best to store everything, and I’m having a crisis over whether or not I need to buy more supplies before I leave. Continue reading
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Turns of Phrase That Can Go Fuck Themselves (part one, probably)
Look, we all hate certain words and phrases. Here are some that make me automatically loathe the person using them. The word ‘poorly’ One is ill, or sick, or unwell, or puking, or suffering from a mild boat of putrid throat. I don’t think one is ever really poorly, because it only seems to be brandished about Continue reading
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Christmas in September, and Other Small Ways I Damn My Soul to Hell
I wasn’t sure of a lot growing up – books disintegrate in the bath some days, but on others they just go crackly and if that’s not a sign the universe is a risky place, I don’t know what is – but I was sure of one thing: Christmas marketing in September is for wankers. There is Continue reading
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Is It Just Me or Do the Olympics Prompt a Breakdown
I’ve been having really odd reactions to the Olympics so please help me out and tell me if you’ve experienced anything similar (no, I’m not talking about checking out the Team GB diving team, although I do encourage you to do that). When I’m watching TV, usually with a plate of food or a cup of Continue reading
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