Between the protests in the UK and this, I’m loving the Europeans more and more. Give him hell Finland! After the embarrassing shit he pulled with the Queen, I hope he’s having the worst time ever. Now it’s time to close out borders and shut down our airspace so we can keep him out.

I sort of lost track of how many of you I did and didn’t reply to, so just know that I read every single message of support and it meant more than a lot of you may even realize. Thank you. I did manage to tell a friend last night and another one today. The incident was non-violent and I was able to get away fairly…

I would live in Barcelona in a heartbeat given the opportunity.

That poor woman was purchasing something deeply personal to boot.

A scunner is something that pisses you off. I couldn’t do the whole march yesterday because my achilles tendon is giving me gyp, what a scunner. I drank so much cider when I was 16 that I threw up for hours and now I can’t drink it, I’m scunnered of it. “What’s wrong” “I’m scunnered. There’s a massive hole in my roof.”

Use that anger. it can be made into determination to get the wrongs righted. There is nothing guilty about anger. Women deserve to have, express and let others know of their anger.

Glorious! I cannot decide which I am loving most: the kittehs, the brusque yet beautiful signage (the Scots do know how to deliver an insult), or the fact that Irn Bru is now available in sugar-free.

Thank you. It’s looking like at least a week of that lies ahead.

I was a hairstylist for ten years, and twice I told clients that their thinning hair meant they should go to the doctor and get their thyroid checked. If a hairdresser knows it a medical intern should know it. Fuck that guy. Glad you are going to be okay.

So last week I was semi-hysterical because of my hair falling out in handfuls. Scratch the semi, actually. Everybody said go to the doctor (my dudes, of COURSE!) which I did asap on Monday, where I got initially a lame intern who said it was my hair colour (currently purple). No it is not, I said. I’ve been colouring…

Earlier today, Kinja wouldn’t even let me log in. That’s never happened before. Now, it magically works again.

This morning I went to see one of my cat-sitting clients and give him his breakfast.

I saw this news about Elon Musk on FB just now, and logged off because I didn’t want to comment there. I came straight here and am happy to be somewhere where I can say fuck that dude.

Love Linzer cookies - finally tried making some

if we don’t accept progress

And her first statement on the matter was flippant and dismissive.

I didn’t feel like it quite fell off the cliff that most shows do in their final seasons. Definitely wasn’t up to the quality of the first couple, but I was generally satisfied.

If you’re up for a cheeky series about a 1920s Australian flapper who solves murders, I highly recommend Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries on Netflix (and sometimes PBS) - also soon to be a movie.

*checks watch* Yeah, they’re about due to squander the fortune ~ again ~ only to have some miraculous windfall randomly save them.

Mr. Bates kills someone for reals in this one.