Gonna start posting some blogs that maybe aren’t as long or don’t have a specific topic. They’re just…. Diary entries, I guess.
Yes… That is a Simpsons Movie reference – because it felt right!
You ever have those moments where you read something and go through a thought process and –BAM– shit hits you like a truck?
Yeah, well I just had one of those moments at 2am while scrolling tumblr because I still can’t sleep at night (that is a WHOLE OTHER BLOG for the future. Not now.)
This is a subject that I haven’t come across
myself, personally, aimed towards me. Ever. I’ve been through this second hand with friends who have lost weight, for whatever reasons, and it’s something I have spoken to them about; especially those within the BoPo community.
The mass consensus is that it leaves us feeling any/all of the following..
- At a loss
- Generally confused
So, it’s that time of year again where I sit, or lay, and reflect upon the last year of my life. Thing I’ve done wrong and learned lessons from, things that went incredibly right through nothing but luck (😂) and things that I wish had never happened.
So what am I thinking of? What sticks out? Read on and find out.
It’s Sunday, October 1st and we’re much more relaxed than we were yesterday.
I booked us in originally for the Blair Victoria Hotel via amoma.com …. Which I was directed to from Hotels.com. Two nights for £116.47. We arrived after travelling all morning, couldn’t check in till 2pm so we put down our bags and then went to find food; we checked in at 2.30pm ish and crashed on the bed.
Woke an hour ish later and had a good look around…. And were pretty horrified.
This is the bottom of the door to the en suite. I actually slipped while trying to shower because there was no non-slip flooring and then the water pressure messed up meaning hot/cold and back again. So we gave up on that…
Also i dont want water from this to touch me…. Ever.
The above is the extractor fan in the bathroom.
So we complained and we were moved from floor 3, room 26 (6 sets of stairs btw!) To room 40 in the basement. It was bigger with a better bathroom. Upon closer inspection however….
Black Mould incoming. The beds were damp and we couldn’t have the window open or all we could smell was an overflow pipe.
We spent a good four hours trying to find another room, thankfully MIL is amazing and got us into a new hotel at very short notice.
The stupid thing is that the owners of the previous hotel KNOW about the problems they have because they’re “planning a refit next year”.
I’m now gonna have to fight to get a refund from the place i booked it through (who are saying i have to go through my travel agent…..).
Maybe Judge Rinder could help? 😂
OH ALMOST FORGOT!! The Blair Victoria is 2 stars…. The Collier’s Hotel, that we are now in (who are AMAZING) are a 1 star hotel and are SO MUCH BETTER. I swear this is what it feels like to be in The Ritz.
This blog may upset and/or offend. Idgaf.
It’s my Gran’s funeral on Friday… and I don’t want to go. I don’t feel the need or the point. However, I have no choice.
I will preface this with a CW.
There’s a lot of pent-up anger directed at two family members in this post.
Like… A lot; bordering on rage.
So the entire thing will go behind a cut.
It’s not until the hands of death reach for a loved one that we start questioning any of our beliefs… At least that’s what I’ve found about myself.
This blog won’t be for everyone and please know that NONE of what I say is meant to cause offence. I need to get shit off my chest and I feel this is the only way I can do it.
Dear Mr. M. Lucas,
This is long overdue and has been playing on my mind a lot recently. I made similar posts on former blogs before now, hoping you'd see them… and now I hope you haven't because I distinctly remember trying to justify myself.
There is no justification for the disgraceful and heartless "joke" I reposted on Twitter many years ago about yourself and your late husband.
For the longest time I would shrug it off by saying I didn't ever think you would see it, didn't know it was the real you replying and some other ridiculous excuses to make myself feel better.
The truth is none of that matters or makes it better and I should never have posted it in the first place. I was cocky, idiotic and cold hearted…. please know, I am no longer that person. I now take issues such as depression, self harm and suicide very seriously and know they are never a joke and shouldn't ever be any form of entertainment. I should have known back then and obviously I didn't.
I made an insurmountable mistake and royally fucked up and I cannot begin to imagine the hurt seeing that tweet caused you. With everything within me, I apologise unreservedly.
I hope you do see this and please know, that this mistake has not & will not be repeated. Ever.
I'm not looking for forgiveness; only for you to know that I want to be as far away as possible from the person I was back then. I have grown and matured through experiences I wouldn't ever wish on anyone, and I am ashamed of myself for what I posted.
I am so very sorry.
Miss K.P. Hall. (Twitter: @KatVonHall )
Note: I can't remember the Twitter name I was using back then. I do know I deleted the account when I started a new one.