I feel stupit .
For writing all this.
But it is what it is.
And I can't change it.
I thought maybe
You cared
Enough to read this.
But who was I kinding.
I can't change it.
Silly me
I thought my first would be my last.
But who am I playing.
Now that I have two kids.
Who would want me.
It's all goods I have what I need.
My family.
I just thought..
A little to much.
About something that wasn't for me.
Maybe one day you will feel me.
I know that it's not just me.
Who thinks there being played.
But baby.
It's all in for me.
If you want to play
But this game
Only plays
Before all cards are in.
And I'm hoping we both win!

356 day a year
We look forward to the summer because there is no school we get to have fun and lay in the sun oh who I kinding my pale self is sitting around video gaming

Summer is when we get a break from all the hard work and get to be lazy sleep in and stay up all night why cant summer come more often

.a happy picture of you indeed all balaclava’d and goggled dashing forth.

.maybe i will get a photograph?

.it has been dry and clear enough to be busy out of doors and there was not time to write because of it.

.i am about to reorganise the kinding store

having tidied the upper room of the outbuilding already and deleted  incorrect predicted commas here.

.washing is out and blowy  while pandemic ensues.