Cold grins...

I must say I appreciate my trip to work in the morning.
My first smile is watching the ducks for a few seconds as I cross the bridge over the canal.

If I get off at the west end the whole area just smells of aftershave/perfume/that just out the shower smell

Along Princes Street and the castle does look nice in the morning sun.

They are erecting the German market and the huge wheel in the gardens for christmas

Then a walk up the bridges to get my second bus. You can see where I used to live from there and a kick ass view of Arthurs Seat.

Im in pain,why is being a woman so fucking painful! But bless Paula at work she loaded me with Feminax and those heated pad things. She was even going to roll me some rollies when I couldnt when my thumb was out of order!

After feeling I have been taken advantage of at work lately with both my bosses out the office for the last 3 weeks and me dealing with every problem that arises he has given me a half day tomorrow with flexi credit. Thanks John!

My room is covered in glitter, I think I even managed to smoke some of it last night by mistake. Sent a pic of the masks I am making to Muffin. Her reply was 'Wow thats amazing, you are such a clever Burner xxx' What a fucking sweetie eh!

Well off to see the little sister tomorrow. Back home to the sticks. Ah the joys of people I used to go to school with and their little world. Her granny (Eda) which i call my 'other' granny is looking forward to me coming down as well. I got such a sweet text from her this morning telling my that she has lots of cosy Pj's and dressing gowns as its so cold and it would be less for me to pack. I think i am going to raid my copper jar and buy some flowers from the flower seller outside the shopping centre.
Damn these are the times I hate being skint. To be honest I think half my credit was spent on other people. When my best mate was preganant I must have spent £300 on her bump (Anna)

Well a think since Im sore,cold and hungry. Home made maccaroni and cheese in order. Thats before I have to go and see the twat Tim to pick up my mail he is opening. How do I know that? He called me saying I believe you want to go to Berwick next week (tomorrow) How did he know that? He claims he knws what the envelope looks like from GNER. After putting down the phone...how did he know where I was going and what date.
Fucker.
Mark says I should get him done for invading my privacy. Lets just see the state of the envelope first and lets face it, fuck all will get done if I report him. Thats justice for you.
(sigh)