Dear Frankie
After two and a bit decades of drinking red wine my body has said 'enough is enough' and given me the gift of horrendous wind whenever the amber nectar is consumed.
Basically I am a red wine fart machine.
The sort that stops you sleeping and makes you double over like a hunchback on a bell tower.
As Dorothy Parker said "What fresh hell is this?"
And I speak as a woman who has had PND, miscarried, been burgled, lost all her confidence at work, gained and lost 25 pounds and had regular therapy for a year.
Why wine, WHY???
Anyhoo.
Nice to be back. Needed the break to be honest. Last term was crazy so it was an easy decision just to shut up shop for a few weeks and go on stand-by.
I am in survival mode at the moment. I want a 'normal' existence for a while, 'spesh while we are in the middle of winter. I am trying to make work work for me, not out to prove anything, but gain back some sense of pride and perspective. I like to get home to the kids and switch off. I may have to switch to gin. There are times in life when compromise is of the essence.
Right. Will see you at Les Mis at the O2 where I have been informed that 'inappropriate' behaviour will result in the management asking you to leave.
So that's wanking to Shugie Jackman out of the question.
Love
Dobson x
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