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1. My fingernails, usually quite healthy and strong, are all splitting and breaking and peeling and revolting. Am I missing something in my diet? I don't think I've stopped eating anything in particular.
2. I had a dream, a terrible dream. Mr Brown died in a horrific sailing accident (I always knew it was dangerous) and in my misery I lost quite a bit of weight (back to my pre-contented days, new frocks were required). Anyhoo, I met a nice bloke (quite a bit like Mr Brown as it happens and after a decent interval of widowhood rest assured) and introduced him to my sister who said, "better be careful there, happiness makes YOU fat". I woke up very cross with her indeed. What the hell is that about?
3. Why is it I can't fancy a beautiful bloke, without feeling like a filthy old pervert, if I know he was born after 1969?
Tuesday, August 26
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7 comments:
I would NEVER say that. x
Wow - not sure about the nails, i would say eat more cheese, but from the sound of the dream, you are eating too much! ;o)
Anyhow, and more to the point, which bloke? ;o))
S - so you say NOW - I can't believe how cross I was when I work up, it took quite a while to calm down, dreams can be so real sometimes.
Roo - plenty of cheese, my mum says eggs are what's required. As for pretty boys, the buggers are everywhere, making me feel old and frumpy - bastards ;)
love makes you quite round when you are quite pregnant but even then it is not fat. nope i woudl never say it, it would be a horrid thing to say.
Well, no, you wouldn't - but I can't see me finding another bloke just like Mr Brown should something terrible happen the the actual one - tis the mystery of dreams ...
The bloke thing - tell me about it! ;o)
Roo, lucky for us we've got rather nice ones at home (found, of course, when we were young and fab).
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