Arghh...

Edie McCredie: "Did you know that the paddle steamer is sailing into Balamory this morning?"
Miss Hoolie: "Is it? How exciting!"
Edie McCredie: "Yes, very exciting."
Whelk: *noisily eats her own face*

God, I hate kids TV.

Also: Is the satellite-dishesque shape of Penny Pocket's face something to do with her disability, or am I allowed to mock it?

Arghh 2

Oh God, my poor breasts. It's like something out of National Geographic. Am feeling decidedly shitty about myself again recently, I guess I must have been on some sort of temporary maternal high.

I still kind of feel like I am putting more effort into life and making everyone happy and all the rest of it, but being told it wasn't actually coming across that way really kind of took the wind out of my sails. So I'm feeling like a big useless sack again. I've since been assured that the conversation in which I was told that I wasn't doing anything different at all didn't, in fact, take place and perhaps I should seek some sort of psychological help. Nobody said I didn't care about anyone or was useless. So either there is a very large communication problem going on, or indeed, I am taking every last thing that is said to me the wrong way and I am some sort of weird emotional masochist.

It's funny how when I feel shitty about myself my back starts to hurt again. I must slouch really badly when I feel like crap. Ow.