This blog has mutated from angst and pain to crochet and cupcakes. I didn't even notice it happening. Are any parts of my life left unlogged? Sainsbury's count the bags I recycle; I keep tabs on the tablets (2pm, codeine, fed up trying to ignore pain today); and I'm giving serious thought to writing down all my expenditure in the hope of slowing it down.
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Fairy cakes for my favourite amateur X-Factor judges tonight. Young V sat agog at my crochet yesterday, "You're so clever". What flattery. She's six. We watched John Travolta in a particularly fine fatsuit in 'Hairspray', as I sat mumbling "One double treble, two chain stitch..", becoming more barking mad with the weeks.
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