I had dragged my now ex-boyfriend with me for morale supprt, his only good deed, and after confirming it was mine we asked where he stole it from and that I was taking it back. I called him a naughty boy and did a finger waggle at him.
OKAY. So it was in the West End of Glasgow and it got stolen outside of a friend's flat. Obviously I cried and then had to walk home. Devastated. Posted in a FB group for stolen bikes and woke up to a wonderful message from someone who saw an advert for a bike that matched mine.
Thankfully I had fallen off on the ice a couple of weeks before and it had quite a distinctive scratch down the gear stick. Shaft? The bit you change the gears with.
Also my hair was wrapped around the handlebar and Bella's fur stuck to the frame.
Bingo. It was mine.
This blew up a little. Nothing to promote. The wee rascal ended his afternoon in the back of a police van. The ex did do more than one good in our time together.
Safe cycling. Check FB marketplace.
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My Bella, from Greece, had similar tendencies when she first came to Scotland. Even now she will often try to bury bigger treats behind sofa cushions, under blankets, in her toy box. Keep them safe for later.
What a lot of lovely replies and new followers to wake up to. You'll all be pleased to know that the Dominoes we had in work last night has absolutely punished me today, and I can't wait to spread more Christmas cheer back on shift tonight. Stay safe, eat less cheese.
Driving home for Christmas. After nightshift.
Trying to channel the same manic energy I had driving home after a break up, 48 hours of little sleep and literal litres of tears.
It has been a sad couple of weeks in my brain. Okay, maybe months. But things are looking up. Alterations to medication and a slightly clearer path to the future. Also, this one helps. I don't know where I would be without her.
The guy I'm dating has said a couple of times how addictive he finds me and now I'm scared to do my first fart incase that doesn't tie into the addictions.
A potential first date said I was too nice so I've started telling him about my stomach problems and how I can't stop eating the wrong foods so have to factor in good toilet time and I don't think this was the response he was expecting.
Christ. Someone at work asked what perfume I was wearing and I was too embarrassed to say none and that I had spilt a load of Branston pickle in my hair that was now all kinda matted and what came out my mouth was a totally fabricated perfume brand and what if they look it up?
Anxious sleep this weekend after an overwhelming first week in training. Hoping everything clicks into place a little more this week.
Bells has been a good comfort dog.
Just remembering that my watch thought I was having an incident at Saturday night's ceilidh and sent off messages to my emergency contact.
Now there's a good ceilidh.
"I don't think at any time he thought he was breaking the law... he thought just like many teachers and nurses who after a very long shift would go back to the staff room and have a quiet drink"
Tory MP Michael Fabricant urges Boris Johnson to apologise