Days Without Alcohol: 48
I have found myself becoming increasingly annoyed and irritated with what I am hearing on the radio and watching on the television these days. It used to be the adverts, but now I am finding that the actual people they have on are annoying me as well.
I had the television on and was slightly listening to it as I got on with my work, the show that was airing was called Loose Women (I have a bit of a ‘thing’ for Carol Mcgiffin) and although I was not really paying attention they had a part of the show where people write in and spill your problems so the rest of London can laugh at them and feel temporarily better about their own lives.
This woman was saying how her 12 year old daughter was becoming obsessed with her appearance. She was starving herself, taking copious amounts of diet pills and spending a fortune on designer clothes.
This made my ears prick up and the first question out of my mouth, as I yelled at the screen, was “how much bloody pocket money is this child getting if she can afford to buy really expensive designer clothes?!”
Who the hell is selling this 12 year old child diet pills anyway? I’m assuming she is buying them online and will have to use her mother’s credit card. Why does the mother not just take the credit card away? Or will that upset her little princess?
I also hate that smug sod on the radio who is doing the Twix adverts. I’d like to wring his bloody neck! Preferably while he is eating a crunchy Twix and drinking a lovely cup of tea!
My sister Charlene came round today to do some cleaning. She gets paid for looking after my dad now so she pops round once a fortnight to do a spot of cleaning up and a bit of slagging off.
My dog is in season at the moment, it is not very nice & I have done a lot to prevent blood getting on the furniture. But a few spots of her blood do end up on the floor. This is no problem as it is not carpet and can me wiped up.
My sister saw it and went mental and started screaming and shouting about how she is never bringing her kids up because they will catch a disease. Obviously she said all this to my dad as she had asked me to take her boy downstairs to play football. Yeah, the same boy who she said would never be allowed near me.
It is no skin off my nose, I did not really want her brat staying at my house Saturday night anyway.
I am running the 2018 London Marathon to raise money for Livability UK in memory of my dad. If you can I'd appreciate any donation you can spare. http://uk.virginmoneygiving.com/deansaliba