So, I am buggering off to South East Asia for 6-12 months come January.

Done!

A day full of suck.

So mike moved out today. After. A year and a half the relationship buckled and that was that. So now I am sat in the dark on a night shift in ICU feeling devastated, then guilty as one glance around shows ip things could be a lot worse.
So I’m just going to continue ignoring everyone and everything until I feel like I can open my mouth without turning in to a tear soaked pathetic mess.

When I’m drunk I basically like to put cream and cheese in a pan with wine and declare it cheese soup. It’s not. It’s just amazing delicious regret.

The return of summer has been much appreciated.

Made the treehouse into a pretty cosy love nest and den.

Irish Burfday fashunz.

When your boyfriend comes home with cupcakes , that’s a win.

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