Hell breaking loose

After arriving home on Thursday to find my life in bin bags piled up in my parents kitchen (mothers face was a picture), i've spent the last few days avoiding sorting it all out and have been keeping busy with more enjoyable things, like a girls meant to do during the early days of a break up.

As you may have guessed, things didn't quite go to plan when i arrived home. And it was in fact much worse than i could've imagined. John had took it upon himself to move me out and had let himself into my parents house along with everything i own.

Anyway, my stuff has slowly worked itself out of the bin bags and back into my bedroom. Mainly because dad wants his shed back.

This morning all hell is breaking loose. Mums having a moment over the fact that i didn't return her tweezers to their rightful place and Dad, who has been sorting through the bin bags, has just found my box of vibrators, so we're avoiding eachother at all costs.

I'm currently waiting for lola to turn up, brandishing her ever growing bump and then i plan to meet Ruth in town and then Rachael at 2, fresh from the train station. All to be reunited. This could be interesting...