Good morning! Start the day with a buzz. A bee's bum is the gift that keeps giving. 😉😂🐝

Holy shit. My blood sugars have just come back and are well beneath the threshold needed for surgery. I’ve got my pre-op in September…fuck. Fuck! It’s happening. Goodbye major organ. I’ve been a complete bastard to you. Let’s see how I get on without you.

“We are all stardust and stories.” Sniff, that’s right book, keep saying pretty things, I would like to etch across my skin in ink.

Watching your kid fail at putting on socks because they believe you should be doing it for them, is an interesting experience. Your 6 wee man. You can manage socks.

listening to the David Quantick episode of Scarred for Life, and they have some really interesting things to say about the toxicity of fandoms, and the tiered system of fandom. It’s only a few minutes of the overall episode, but really interesting all the same. “Fans of Doctor Who hate Doctor Who”

I love gazing out of my window at the pissing rain. Watching the washing that I, yet again, forgot to bring in. Ahh yes, the ever present second rinse😫

It’s still Slorch Week somewhere right? Right? Anyway, a final offering to the Archduke Lord Slorch the Vile, Master of the Secret Torments. archiveofourown.org/works/89706936

Void, I must ask, what is the ugliest hairy animal?

“Hey Mum, I have picked a new favourite fork, wanna see? I like it cause it’s extra pointy.” Everyday is a WTF day.

Should I have gone to bed 5 hours ago? Yes. But would I have written this if I had? Probably not. Well, it is Slorch Week, and I am a devotee of the Master of the Secret Torments. archiveofourown.org/works/89641226

It’s the last one, and it’s Mamas. No! You can’t have a little bite, mine! That’s why I wait until midnight to have the treats!

Man people really do have some opinions about raisins. I suspect I’m the only person who used to pick all the raisins/sultanas out of my mums sultana bran cereal box. Hide the chocolate old woman? I’ll steal the joy from your breakfast.

Why do people hate oatmeal and raisin cookies? They are the absolute tits! If you don’t want them I’ll have em, and you can have the MnM ones.

When the gig gets canceled but HSB still gets paid! Huzza!

The Daddy of s’mores is a tunnocks tea cake s’mores.

Huzza, for Slorch Week I managed to get another chapter of Masters of Torment done. It would seem demons are lactose intolerant, and Slorch is welcomed to Enter Eden. archiveofourown.org/works/875161... #Slorchweek

My husband bought me a present. He couldn’t see me going round Tescos with a sad face so he bought me…a squishy with a bumhole for a face! And it is beautiful. I know it’s a tardigrade, or a water bear, but I’m gonna call him bumface. Because I am a child. Blame the concept designer.

Ohh book chat! I am so nosy for this one.

Stevie 🪤 (they/them)@sherbs780.bsky.social · last wk.

Please like this so I can talk about books 🥹🥹

Midi beast turned his bedroom into a cinema tonight. He made posters for new releases” (his most recent DVD purchases) curtains drawn, sent me to make popcorn, and had the audacity to charge his brothers £2 each for entry. He shares a room for god sake🤣 I am most impressed.

Yesterday I wore a tshirt and baggy trousers all day. No jewelry, no eye-liner, hair down. I felt fucking awful. Today, I dressed up, tentacle dress, pretties and sparkly tights, just to sit at my computer writing, on my own, all day. Today I felt much better about myself.

My children, my darling beastie boys. Mama loves you so very much, so take it with the love that I have for you when I say stop dropping wet fucking towels on top of open multipacks of toilet paper, you absolute bawbags.

I discovered a new form of performance art last week. Poetry Kareoke. You go up on stage and read a poem as the words appear on the screen. It was in Dutch. I had no clue wtf was happenin, But I was on board 💯, especially the poem that was just the word Ik over and over again.

Smallest beastie was running his fingers over my bug bites yesterday, full of lovely soothing “poor mama” comments.He said that I was a blood sandwich. Like one of the bugs (Steven) is a blood sommelier and I am a fine vintage. Cheers wee man. I feel marginally better, though no less itchy.

Just cause it’s been part of the skuttlebutt today. Here’s what I do with the letters/stickers/packaging from GoodOmensHQ. It makes the note books even prettier.

So “charcuterie” is just a very fancy way of saying “picky tea”, yes?

Happy birthday John Leguizamo, you absolute legend.

Wonderful. Another powercut.

I need a waterproof sign to take to the swimming this evening. “They are insect bites. They’re not infectious. Don’t be an arse or I’ll rub them on your face”

Is it bad that I intentionally bought the “good” chocolate in dark chocolate form because I knew nobody else in the house would eat it?

Never ever have I felt so popular. Literally the unfasten seatbelt hadnt hadn’t even gone off when the kids were calling us. “Where are you? Are you gonna be long? Did you have fun? Where were you? What did you bring us?” Good Lord beasties take a breath!