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Erm, top spot on a comment for once and, erm, all I can come up with is, "Hope whatever it is goes away or gets somehow better".
ReplyDeleteDon't get me wrong. I mean it sincerely. I read your blog regularly and all that, and I'll miss your posts.
But I could have had something ready, don't you think? Something a bit more ... notable?
You have PREGNANCY.
ReplyDeleteARGH! AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH!
You probably don't, actually. You know what you need? To have a break, have a kitkat. Post, luv. Don't let that lovely blog banner go to waste.
Pamper yourself.
ReplyDeleteOr tough-love yourself. Buckwheat porridge within and without, bareback gravel yoga and strictly green tea.
ReplyDeleteOh, and I laughed out loud at the walking PJ harvey album. I hate sulkers, but I'm willing to love a PJ harvey inspired sulker. And I do love you, and I did even before I knew exactly how you went when you're flopping morosely about.
ReplyDeletePoor you.
ReplyDeleteI feel EXACTLY the same. JUST like a PJ Harvey album.
ReplyDeleteAnd I am going to see her very soon, like tomorrow. In real life I mean.
Oh I wish I was still in Iceland so we could stomp around together for the weekend setting up 'how many dangers can you spot' scenes in your kitchen when we grew bored of stomping.
Nice blonk!
ReplyDeleteI just came to tell you that the 66º North moody-photo in the earlier post is absolutely (I was going to say fabulous, but realised it had been too much, so I just say it's) stunningly brilliant shot.
Oops, sorry, didn't mean to be so dramatic. Just got a tummy ache and sore boobs. Nothing to get all Polly Jean about really.
ReplyDeleteThank you for all the charitable words of kindness.