Tag: Al Vimh

When I do finally sit down in front of my laptop, that’s it. For hour after bleary eyed hour I will type until my fingers look like chunks of Pepperami smeared with lovely raspberry jam.

If you’d like a laugh at my expense and perhaps some useful information about diabetes and life and all that balls, then read on dear…reader.
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ONWARDS!

“The stuff at school when my Host Body was young was akin to scraping one’s bum region with a handful of gravel, broken glass and thistles, which was not an enjoyable experience…”

What follows is a brutally honest blog post. I’m not only about to bare my soul, but also flash my…

5:00 AM. I awake to the sound of a crying child, staggering across the landing. Child Unit 2 is awake…