me and my mum have not always got along, infact several years of our mother daughter relationship could probably be called tolleration, rather than a relationship of any positive sort.

but i am so unbelievably proud of her now.

she gave up the drink.

she actually did it.

and she looks amazing for it too, her skin looks better, hr eyes are actually white and bright not bloodshot and tired, she has no bags under her eyes and she has lost a tonne of weight and can fit into size 10 skinny jeans, and the best thing is, shes SMILING.

I AM SO PROUD OF HER!

i hate to admit it, but the thought of having children always scared me before, because I know she would be a great nan but not when shes had a few, and I wouldn’t want to bring children up around someone like that. But now she is a shiny example, I am so happy. (Not that I am planning on having sprogs, but it does make me feel a lot better if that was to happen in th future).

:) :) :)

ok so ive been a but crap with keepinf my blog updated but in my defence i am living in a caravan on a farm with nothing for miles around and no internet access-needless to say im having the time of my life!

before 7 hours of train journeys to the other side of the country… probably not the best move in the world! 

Today is exiting, slightly blurred by the lack of sleep….but still very exiting!

My brother is 20. He is a fairly intelligent guy, good at school, great social skills etc etc. However, he is not very capable at life. These are two examples of how my brother fails at life, which both happened in the past day. Apparently common sense is not something instinctual in some people.

He went to the doctors for an appointment, when he got there he sat down in the reception area. He waited an hour before asking the receptionist why he hadn’t been called. ”well sir, no one knows you have arrived for your appointment if you just walk in and sit down, you have to let us know you are here”.

PLANK

He asked me if he could eat dinner with me, I said yeh but you need to make the pasta (he refuses to eat spaghetti because it is too diffcult to eat, or as he put it ”i dont wanna work for my food i wanna eat it”). So he watches me put on the spaghetti, and tries to copy what I was doing. He boils the kettle and puts the water and the pasta in the pan. He goes to walk away, and then notices the bubbles in the spaghetti pan:

brother: ”why are you doing that aswell?”

me: ”doing what?”

brother: ”is boiling the water in the kettle not enough?”

me: ”you dont just add boiling water”

jack ”oh right, I assumed you just melted it with boiling water from the kettle”

The sad fact is, he is going to be famous one day and be really rich from the record deals and gigs and tours etc. Good job really, coz then he can pay people to be common sense for him.