I'm just going to have to trust you completely...

Justst posted this on a thread on Urban about music that reminds you of bits of your life:

Some songs for the soundtrack of my life, chronologically..(ish)

"Green Door"...The Cramps
"My baby just cares for me"...Nina Simone
"Visions of You"...Jah Wobble & Sinead O'connor
"Loser"...Beck
"Back to Life"...Soul II Soul
"Groove is in the Heart" Dee-lite
"Their Law" ....Prodigy
"Super Sharp Shooter" ...Ganja Crew.
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And well I thought the list was worth hanging onto.

Been a bit down really. Gotta perk myself up. Somehow. My kids dont deserve a miserable mum. It's hard though.

It's been a terrible week, but at least it's over. Such acute sense of loss. I've been pre-fucking menstral as well, to make things even more intense. I asked Teas' dad if he could spend the day of Hectives wedding with me, but he systematically made that not possible. First by inviting his other son, ensuing that he was his top priority, then finding a dozen important jobs to do on that day. We argued, he left whilst I was getting Tea to sleep for his nap, without saying goodbye, and then switched his phone off. What an utter ...
It took a lot to go to the poxy wedding alone, but I'd said I'd collect Vee and Ace, so I had a bath, put on my nice blouse, took several deep breaths, and walked in. And there were so many old friends and relations, who were actually really sensitive and nice to me, something that I am not so used to, that it was ok.

Well I've added this years holiday snaps, checkout the link!
We loved it, as always, though Minehead was a much bigger resort than Bognor and although this at first seemed exciting, what it really meant though was lots more queuing, for absolutely everything.
The dining hall was the scene of much queuing and chaos twice daily. A pure fat fest.
Very difficult for someone on a low cholesterol diet, like myself.
I swear I have never seen so many morbidly obese people in one place. I kept thinking how brilliant Butlins would be if it actually served healthy food to everyone, rather than just filling them on fat and fuelling their ill health.

So I'm kind of back. But not properly yet.
And so much has happened. ..is happening.
As a Londoner, it is hard to feel untouched by the events of this week.
Such emense pride and love for my city. Stoic, but shaken. I feel it too. The night of the bombings, I lay in my bed kept awake by the astonishing silence, London was still, worrying and wondering whether to send my two kids to school on the bus the next morning. I sent them of course. I decided that it was the right thing to do. They were Londoners and had to be cool. To carry on regardless. I felt a bit sick though. It wasn't till I read a first hand account on Urban75 that I actually cried.
And after, I couldn't even pinpoint the words in the piece that had triggered me off. I think it was the graphic description of the calmness of people, or something.

Anyway London. I LOVE YOU.