Bed time. You're comfortably knackered. And happily snoozy. And cosying up to a cat. It doesn't take long before....you...zzzzzzzz....zzz... DING! Wide awake. Some selfish shit has decided to throw a party. FFS! There's no music though. Or people. But a shed load of compulsive dancing. Coming from your own damn legs. Not again. Restless legs. … Continue reading There’s a party going on in my legs
What the actual f**k is this!?
It's tough enough identifying what's real and what's anxiety, but what the actual fuck is this!? Anxiety makes me doubt everything. 'Chris, the hens are absolutely over run with red mite'. 'OK love, I'm on my way home, I'll pick some stuff up to fix it'. Doubt pings into my racing mind. Did I really … Continue reading What the actual f**k is this!?
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