MARCH SUMMARY
The first day of the month was the last day before my hols... and something strange happened... i was FAST at my job... yes i know scary eh... but no need to panic... cos once back at work normally quickly resumed and with the exception of the first week i was back to late finishes etc etc... yep certainly no fear of me getting anywhere or being anyone any time soon.
The feeling that im being treated like shit was basically cemented in stone at the start of the month when Andrea spazzed at me over the kittens cos of a faulty internet connection. This along with a slower than expected financial recovery has prompted me to move out of her place at the end of April. The good news is that we had major success at rehoming splashes first litter.
Speaking of splash... she ended up having her second batch at the start of the month but after initial fears that she misscarried i discovered her and her week old litter in the cupboard of the spare room... the one which Aston and Emma stay in... but as they are hardly ever here they totally missed the birth. However Emma did manage to see them before they along with splash went to Andreas place.
With my weight firmly entrenched in the lower 80s... even hitting a low of 79kgs at one stage there... this has been one major success story in what has been a pretty shite last few months.... including the comfirmation that i am just not designed to be a social person and are getting treated like shit by all and sundry... hence the multistage DESTRUCTION of my 7 year emparchment and the long trek back to the 10 years of seperation.
The feeling that im being treated like shit was basically cemented in stone at the start of the month when Andrea spazzed at me over the kittens cos of a faulty internet connection. This along with a slower than expected financial recovery has prompted me to move out of her place at the end of April. The good news is that we had major success at rehoming splashes first litter.
Speaking of splash... she ended up having her second batch at the start of the month but after initial fears that she misscarried i discovered her and her week old litter in the cupboard of the spare room... the one which Aston and Emma stay in... but as they are hardly ever here they totally missed the birth. However Emma did manage to see them before they along with splash went to Andreas place.
With my weight firmly entrenched in the lower 80s... even hitting a low of 79kgs at one stage there... this has been one major success story in what has been a pretty shite last few months.... including the comfirmation that i am just not designed to be a social person and are getting treated like shit by all and sundry... hence the multistage DESTRUCTION of my 7 year emparchment and the long trek back to the 10 years of seperation.
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