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Good news! Ray’s eldest daughter Shauna finally unlocked her instagram page and now I can see her pictures again.I was signed in when I went to her page (stupid I know), but I didn’t click on any multis to see the other pictures. She would be able to see I had looked at them then and I do actually feel creepy. Not creepy for looking,...
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The scales fell from her eyes and Babajan realised what a fool she had been. She cursed herself a million times. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up through wild eyes. Mango girl was beside her. Babajan felt suffused with shame.

Neither of them spoke for some time. What does anyone say in such a situation. ‘Are you in trouble?’ she whispered,...
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To understand me you have to know where I came from. I am an unusual mix and have what I think is an interesting background. There are a few people in my family who inspired me to get to where I am today. One who is not so obvious is my paternal grandmother, my babajan.

Babajan was born in Chennai in India 1920. She was...
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1. What is the color of your hairbrush? Black, though I have several scattered throughout the house.

2. Name a food you never ever eat: Celery, for obvious reasons.
3. Are you typically too warm or too cold? I'm usually too sweaty.
4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Taking a bath.
5. What is your favorite candy bar? Just a regular Cadbury's Dairy...
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Urgh I'm pissed off as hell I accidentally deleted a post. I wrote about 800 words and I think it was pretty good too. I back it up as I go in my google drive but I hadn't gotten round to it. I've almost lost posts here lots of times and have had to retrieve misplaced drafts but this one appears to be gone for...
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Fuck I just wrote a nice long entry and accidentally discarded it and can't retrieve any more than the first couple of sentences. Fuckety fuckety fucking fucksticks.

I went for a walk around the beach with Ray this afternoon. He wasn't with me in person obviously, but he was constantly in my mind. He keeps me company wherever I go. We hold hands most of the time and chatter to each other the mix of silly and serious talk that lovers say to each other.

It is getting dark so early now....
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It's my mum's birthday today. I went down to see her and take the dog for a walk. I gave her gloves, socks with dogs on them, two bottles of bath soak that she loves and some chocolate. She was more than happy with that. My step dad is treating her to an indian takeaway tonight, which is pretty daring for her as she is...
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Luke and I are a weird kind of on again off again together but not really together sort of thing. I know he loves me in his own way. He is a wonderful, beautiful person but he is extremely emotionally constipated. It requires a set of pliers and a drill to the teeth to ascertain what he is feeling at any given moment. I hate...
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Just managed to burn a pizza. D'oh! It was a homemade on too, well homemade in as much as I bought gluten free pizza bases and put the topping on myself. (Pancetta and tomato, as well as mozzarella and tomato paste and a wee bit of herbs.) The crust is burnt to a crisp but the middle is still edible. Idiot that I am I...
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I have had a niggling sore stomach for about two weeks now. Just under my ribs. It's not agony or anything, just niggling like I said. When I'm anxious my stomach gets very tense and when I eat my stomach tends to hurt for a while after. It can even be sore to the touch. I'll try and lie flat and rub my belly like...
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It's time for some truth in this blog.

Luke and I didn't meet at work. We've never worked together. He does work in IT though and he's very good at it, as far as I'm aware. That at least is true. We have been to Aberdeen together, and eaten takeaway food together and he has also seen me naked.

We didn't have much of a...
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