This post is something that has been rolling around in my head space for a while now. It’s the type of thing that lingers around like the taste of something cold and sweet on a hot summers day. So as I sit in a room full of a scattering of LED pillar candles; listening to… Continue reading Apologies on behalf of my former self.
On the 12th of January 2017, my fiancé and I got the keys to our first house. It’s a nice, semi-detached, 3 bed house, built over 100 years ago. (I think.) It was sold to us a ‘just move in house’. 1 damp course, 2 ring mains, 5 months and countless arguments later we have… Continue reading The Unorthodox Tales of a First Time Buyer.
So, I said I might write about what it was like to grow up in my childhood home. (It feels wrong calling it that. I lived existed there as a child and I now own half of it but it’s not a home. But I’ll refer to it as my childhood home to make this… Continue reading Growing up.
So in part 1 (which thankfully was the last post too,) I mentioned how there was a horror for another day and today was that day. I talked about how I hate hospitals too. So for this post I’m going to digest what happened today, because I feel like things need to be said and… Continue reading Blood Consent and Hospital Visits. (Part 2.)
If you’ve briefly met me, have known me for some time or you’re the only person reading this, it would be easy to think I hate women. I mean pussies do scare me. However the most amazing and worst people in my life are women. Despite being a westerner where Christianity makes people believe God… Continue reading Something I feel I need to clean up and some truths.
Seeing as I aim to clear up some other misconceptions I found in the swirling mess of over brewed tea that is my life, I thought I’d throw in this too. So for those who don’t know, there’s a welfare system in place in the U.K which we’re lead to believe is amazing, easily abused… Continue reading Some truths about UK benefits.
To start I’ll out line a few things; I want to leave the place where I’m living and have done since I was 8. I hate being at the bottom of the pile because it doesn’t line up with who I am. I want a home, a husband, a dog, some where i can drink… Continue reading Mortgage musings.