Damn. We are out of skins. There is pence around enough for rizlas but its horrid going to the shop for one tiny little thing. Maybe the eon money will be in later… way too busy out there now anyway. No showing hospital appointments. Fucking terrified. His cold is better but had issues with the digestive thing and its really upsetting we cant just go to hospital appointments. Cant think about next week. Cant think if any of the French stuff is real. Pretty sure the husband is.
Ate the dream beans yesterday. It was a few weeks ago We dreamed a really vivid image of the tin of beans in the cupboard open. No extra sugar. No extra salt. There was a swimming pool one to We knew it would feel like We were still under water after diving but wouldn’t be. We started talking and were right. Our head was above water.
This stinks. We should never of been in the UK. Thieving Brits. Where’s my subs at?
