16 year old daughters still require trips to the Urgent Treatment Centre. This particular daughter's body often tricks her into believing she has pains and illnesses that aren't really there. A quirk of her autism. Wasting my time, and that of the NHS.
You've got this!
Happy Christmas, everyone.
I told my wife the scales were broken. She agreed with me. She said, "there's just no way."
OK that one works better out loud.
This was tonight’s entertainment. And entertaining it was.
I got my Christmas cards. Now I have to write them.
I hear you. I still have my X open. But I'm pretty disgruntled with it.
