Torchwood
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I Am Alive. Just Barely.
For those of you clicking on this to read a witty, vibrant post full of intelligence and glamour, you may as well click Exit now, because I got nothing. Except this: Seriously though, that’s it for the time being, because I’ve been so stressed and busy recently that I haven’t had time to compile Continue reading
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No More Pencils, No More Books, No More Teachers’ Dirty Looks
We just said an emotional farewell to Fred, who is off to someone’s home while we go to Zante. I couldn’t accompany him to exile, it would overwhelm me. Plus he moults a lot this time of year and frankly I don’t need him sitting on my lap for the journey. I’ve had Continue reading
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Two More Days… I Can Smell the Freedom… And My BO.
Good evening. I am very sorry, but I don’t have any wonderful photographic evidence of my wearing a nice dress and fake Jimmy Choos because the photos from my camara aren’t brilliant and I’ve been a bit rushed lately. Thought I’d ramble for a while anyway, as I know how you all Continue reading
