Cry me a river #AprilatoZchallenge

I thought I had it bad looking after me ma. She has us run ragged; up and down the stairs day and night because she refuses to get out of the bloody bed. She has her breakfast dinner and tea up there. No sooner am I down the stairs, trying to have a bit to … Continue reading Cry me a river #AprilatoZchallenge

Bottle Banks and bloody kids

  Having grown up kids still living at home can take it's toll. They're worse than babies. I think I had it easier when I was changing nappies. I'm not the only one either. I met Barbara from up the road on the way to the recycling depot. How was your Christmas, Bernie? Same shite … Continue reading Bottle Banks and bloody kids