SWB has a pre-disposition towards melancholy and has a tendency to feel aggrieved. She is currently on a sabbatical from work to enjoy the pleasures of child rearing, which brings its own challenges and aggravations. As a stay-at-home mum in Belfast she has plenty of time to be irritated by her own off-spring, and those of other people. Still, this beats being at work teaching other small children and then hand almost her entire salary over to a crèche.
It is the 22nd of the month good people, which means that I am halfway through my Dry January challenge. And I am feeling, wait for it, yes CHIPPER! I know, not a word one would normally associate with a sour wee bastard, but there you have it. LSB is off the quare stuff too, … Continue reading “SWB goes Dry, for January anyway”
Test-driving some of my dance moves in the garden in my new Catalan rig-out “Card declined, sorry,” says the cashier at M&S. “No it can’t be! I’m just after registering my new one” I bleat. But no, the new one is nowhere to be seen, and I‘m standing gormlessly holding the old card, now invalid. … Continue reading “SWB hits the dance floor”
You wake up bloated and groggy and your tongue feels like you’ve licked next door’s dog. Piecing together the night before, you realize that you lost the run of yourself altogether. You recall countless glasses of Prosecco, lovingly topped up by gracious hosts, and later by your merry self. You went to town on the … Continue reading “SWB doles out hangover advice”