Cannonball

Have you seen that Stroke advert?! I hate it! It’s worse than Diabetes: The Silent Assassin or whatever that one was. It’s just terrible. My mum hates it too, it’s just massively uncomfortable viewing. Perhaps not so much for someone who has not experienced a stroke, but regardless watching someone in pain is not lovely stuff.  It’s not like those horrific consequence type adverts for changing the batteries in your smoke alarm or something. There’s no need to try and make me feel guilty about strokes for goodness sake!! Knock it off!

The south is good but I will be glad to be back in the north to cuddle my cats. And this week I will see my brilliant boyfriend for more days than I thought was going to happen. Although the circumstances are somewhat …terrible, I am glad and grateful and he’s promised to cuddle me right in so I can’t wait quite frankly. I think I need it really loads.

My back is aching really loads from my bizarre time in a bed-loft in an industrial unit in Hackney. It feels like it might never be right, despite getting various members of my family to prod at me. Theyre hands are not strong enough for my needs. I probably need to be face down on the floor and crushed right in. OH! Yeah, apparently enjoying being squeezed and squashed is a trait commonly associated with autism. I’m not autistic; I just slept awkwardly and my posture alone is not good enough to fix it.

Dentist in the morning, then a little shop with my mum, and some lunch, then home. Marks & Spencers sells cereal doesnt it? I bet it’s good.