I went back to work today and I am absolutely shattered. Not firefighting, back to aircon for the day and I didn't particularly like it. As you can guess, I missed Isabella and Natasha immensely. I haven't got much to write right now due to my tiredness but there is plenty in the offing. My mind is a little excited by putting my latest thoughts on here. I have a few whinges lined up thats for sure. They include right now at the forefront of my mind; disabled people and there car parking advantages, and my local co-op.
I have been quite excited by the amount of people that read this and the positive replies I get.
Back to Firefighting job tomorrow and I am looking forward to seeing the boys, I have missed them very much. I should blog about them, there are a whole conglomorate of wronguns those boys.
Sleep for now mind.
Monday, 17 August 2009
Saturday, 15 August 2009
Park juggling
I have a new favourite park.
My favourite park was Battersea Park.
Then it was Richmond Park.
Now it is Wimbledon Park.
I feel like some kind of Park adulterer! I am considering sharing the two. Wimbledon is now my summer park. Richmond is now my winter park. That is it, I’ve said it. I can’t go back now. I am committed. It is beautiful mind; Wimbledon Park seems to have a knack of..... Err......How can I put this?
There seems to be some kind of ‘chav’ force field in there. No more than a ratio of 5 pikeys per square acre I reckon. This is somewhat of a niche in the public park daytrip. You see, for a few years now; with the advent of what is known as a ‘sunshine’, parks tend to be THE place to show off your disgusting beer bellies and your astonishingly bad manners, coupled with a missus that looks like she has been dragged through a hedge backwards. Trips to the park have never really been that much fun until you find little oasis’s like Richmond or Wimbledon. I used to go to Wimbledon Park with my secondary school and have fond memories of it so for the life of me I can’t understand why I haven’t frequented it more. With the pikey ratio as it is, this park can do no wrong. It isn't very big due to most of its area being made up of a massive lake, it just makes you feel incredibly relaxed and I am championing it to the masses.
Of course, as a footnote to this, If you are reading this and have felt that you do ont seem to have ever encountered a pikey or chav at a park.............then you are that person!
My favourite park was Battersea Park.
Then it was Richmond Park.
Now it is Wimbledon Park.
I feel like some kind of Park adulterer! I am considering sharing the two. Wimbledon is now my summer park. Richmond is now my winter park. That is it, I’ve said it. I can’t go back now. I am committed. It is beautiful mind; Wimbledon Park seems to have a knack of..... Err......How can I put this?
There seems to be some kind of ‘chav’ force field in there. No more than a ratio of 5 pikeys per square acre I reckon. This is somewhat of a niche in the public park daytrip. You see, for a few years now; with the advent of what is known as a ‘sunshine’, parks tend to be THE place to show off your disgusting beer bellies and your astonishingly bad manners, coupled with a missus that looks like she has been dragged through a hedge backwards. Trips to the park have never really been that much fun until you find little oasis’s like Richmond or Wimbledon. I used to go to Wimbledon Park with my secondary school and have fond memories of it so for the life of me I can’t understand why I haven’t frequented it more. With the pikey ratio as it is, this park can do no wrong. It isn't very big due to most of its area being made up of a massive lake, it just makes you feel incredibly relaxed and I am championing it to the masses.
Of course, as a footnote to this, If you are reading this and have felt that you do ont seem to have ever encountered a pikey or chav at a park.............then you are that person!
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
The Birth
Unfortunately, after all the build up, all the hype, all the talk, walking the walk.
I damn well went and nearly missed it didn't I?!!
Typical Lew moment and although I cannot take all the blame for nearly missing the birth, I should have known this sort of thing would happen to me.
The day went like this
Natasha had been saying that Isabella was definately coming early, thats what tends to happen apparantly. Third child for her, first for me. I will definately take her word for it on this one. Against my better judgement I took her word and awaited the early arrival.
Ms Know-all nearly got egg her face though. Yes she WAS early, but only a day earlier. Not the two weeks that was envisaged. We hadn't exactly had dry runs for the impending birth, there were no major discussions about what we do when the pains start. I just figured that I grab her overnight bag, send the kids packing to the dads or Natasha's family and me a Natasha toodle off to have a bubba. Not really seeming like its real life and all in a dream really.
We had been decorating like mad in the last two weeks to get things ready, I had bought carpet for most of the house and the last bit to be laid was to be laid on the Thurs. It was the only day they could do it. please hold on for the due date Natasha. Please.
Nope. Not gonna do as you ask at all.
So I went off to work around the corner on the Thurs, leaving Natasha in bed as she was really suffering with her back on this day. We knew the birth was immenent as she was having lots of pains and was really suffering.
This was a big day, I had promised Natasha that I would do just a few hours work as she was suffering so bad, I wouldn't have done any but Gavin was needing the help and I woulda felt very guilty for not being there as promised.
No need for the guilt mind as I was only there for 10 mins when Natasha called and suggested with all the calmness in the world (sarcasm) that I should get home immediately as IT has started.
Gavin guessed the phone call and with an ironic smirk, I left him at work and dashed home the five mins it takes to get back. My heart was pounding and rang my mama for a quick reassurance and to inform her it seems like IT, is happening. At times like this, Lew needs to ring his mama. I believe I always will and hope I do. My mama is massive in my life and I want her around when a new chapter in mine starts.
I'd like to convince you that I am not a mamas boy...have I?!
Like I said, I raced home and got to the front door, heart beating, I opened to Natasha in a standing position that I can only describe as a cross between Natasha doing the robot dance, whilst trying to push a wall over. For some reason, when in this unbelievable pain, woman find it easier to stand with legs open and holding onto the wall like they are slow dancing with it. Add to this, a low pain filled wailing. If there were any doubt at all, would say she is definately in labour.
So, here we have it, its started, lets go Natasha, what do you want me to do?
Start the car?
Get the overnight bag?
Get you a drink?
Ring family?
Call an ambulance?
What could possibly be needed?
Thats right, when labour finally starts and we are both about to commence another chapter in each others lives, what is it you want me to do?......
Hang the washing on the line.........
'I'm sorry? did you say hang the washing on the line?'
Yep thats right Isabella, when you are older and I show this blog, your mama, asked me to hang the washing up when you was on your way to meet us.
Alledgedly, I cannot be trusted to remember to hang up washing when she isn't here and it may go damp and smelly. I have survived quite well for many years now, even managed to save and purchase my own home. I am sure I can hang up some washing while Natasha is in hospital.
Besides all this, Natasha wasn't even ready for the hospital, according to her the hospital may send you back home if you are not so many centimetres wide down below. Natasha felt she wasn't at the right 'entry requirement' right now. This is ridiculous, I was witnessing some severe pain and this severe pain she was feeling wasn't enough for a hospital!!
I was really concerned as I haven't witnessed this kind of pain since Andy Scrabble last 'done' his hamstring........
She soon changed her mind about going to the hospital as the pain increased, there were no waters breaking in the near future but she wanted to go. I told her to get in the car while I grabbed everything and called the hospital to tell them we have a crazed monstor who needs to burst, on her way in.
Secretly getting time to panic on my own. I also used this snatched moment to have a cheeky excited smile to myself. I am going to be a father. Its real now.
Responsability is about about to smack me full pelt in the chops.
I was snapped out of my dazed, yet inane state by an almighty scream from the car, Natasha was thinking of the neighbours and used polite language to hurry me up.
On arrival we were allocated quite a plush delivery suite. I then proceded to comfort my beautiful girlfriend for the next 3 1/2 hours with my humour (of course) whilst holding her hand and rubbing her back. For anyone who doesn't understand, jokes and humourous 'ditties' are NOT welcome in the delivery suite.
Nor are requests for Natasha to revise some runs for my Black taxi knowledge!
In fact she wasn't exactly a bundle of laughs in there at all, my whole comedic repetoire was wasted. Mind you I still took a couple of sneaky photos when she was in immense pain, that made up for it.
I also took a phone call from Terry and a phone call from her mum. Multi tasking whilst giving birth, what a hell of a man I am?!
I know she loves me.
So, when we arrived on first examination she was 3cm. 2 hours later (even tho the pain was what it was) , she was only 4cm. On discussion with the midwife, this could be a tough one, in for the long haul. Natasha was high as a kite at this point on gas and air, and it took all my self control to take it from her and do a Delboy for the comedy. I never.
With the birth no where in sight. I took the opportunity to to see my mama who had arrived a bit earlier. Big cuddle from her and reassurance was enough.
I was doing well. I found the contractions easy and the prospect of the birth wasn't worrying me at all. !
Mum went to get me a sandwich and I made two phone calls cos I got the time, one to the kids dad to look after the kids and one to the carpet man to delay him.
I strolled back up and walked into the delivery suite to see the bottom half of my child escaping.
Yes, thats right. Unbeknown to me, Natasha had decided she didn't want to wait the extra hour and a half for waters to be broken, she had a sudden urge to push. and push she did. She even caught the midwife unaware as she was washing her hands at the time I walked in. Natasha did it with no help. Typical.
I witnessed my child arriving..... just. I also witnessed the goal end, which I vowed not to see.
Isabella Blue Keeble arrived into the world at 12.14pm on 30/7/09.
Weighing in at 7lb 15oz (which I believe makes her a Bantemweight!)
She was born in her bag as the waters never had a chance to break. It was like watching a new born foal being born on a wildlife programme. So I have been told, born in the bag is lucky. they become very good swimmers. Load of old balls.
Anyway, on arrival of baby, cue Lewis to blub his heart out for a good hour. It is truly the most amazing thing I have witnessed. Yes, I was told it would be but you can't give it justice until you have been involved.
I also cut the cord. while crying of course.
Welcome to my daughter Isabella Blue Keeble. Well done to her most beautiful Mama.
x
I damn well went and nearly missed it didn't I?!!
Typical Lew moment and although I cannot take all the blame for nearly missing the birth, I should have known this sort of thing would happen to me.
The day went like this
Natasha had been saying that Isabella was definately coming early, thats what tends to happen apparantly. Third child for her, first for me. I will definately take her word for it on this one. Against my better judgement I took her word and awaited the early arrival.
Ms Know-all nearly got egg her face though. Yes she WAS early, but only a day earlier. Not the two weeks that was envisaged. We hadn't exactly had dry runs for the impending birth, there were no major discussions about what we do when the pains start. I just figured that I grab her overnight bag, send the kids packing to the dads or Natasha's family and me a Natasha toodle off to have a bubba. Not really seeming like its real life and all in a dream really.
We had been decorating like mad in the last two weeks to get things ready, I had bought carpet for most of the house and the last bit to be laid was to be laid on the Thurs. It was the only day they could do it. please hold on for the due date Natasha. Please.
Nope. Not gonna do as you ask at all.
So I went off to work around the corner on the Thurs, leaving Natasha in bed as she was really suffering with her back on this day. We knew the birth was immenent as she was having lots of pains and was really suffering.
This was a big day, I had promised Natasha that I would do just a few hours work as she was suffering so bad, I wouldn't have done any but Gavin was needing the help and I woulda felt very guilty for not being there as promised.
No need for the guilt mind as I was only there for 10 mins when Natasha called and suggested with all the calmness in the world (sarcasm) that I should get home immediately as IT has started.
Gavin guessed the phone call and with an ironic smirk, I left him at work and dashed home the five mins it takes to get back. My heart was pounding and rang my mama for a quick reassurance and to inform her it seems like IT, is happening. At times like this, Lew needs to ring his mama. I believe I always will and hope I do. My mama is massive in my life and I want her around when a new chapter in mine starts.
I'd like to convince you that I am not a mamas boy...have I?!
Like I said, I raced home and got to the front door, heart beating, I opened to Natasha in a standing position that I can only describe as a cross between Natasha doing the robot dance, whilst trying to push a wall over. For some reason, when in this unbelievable pain, woman find it easier to stand with legs open and holding onto the wall like they are slow dancing with it. Add to this, a low pain filled wailing. If there were any doubt at all, would say she is definately in labour.
So, here we have it, its started, lets go Natasha, what do you want me to do?
Start the car?
Get the overnight bag?
Get you a drink?
Ring family?
Call an ambulance?
What could possibly be needed?
Thats right, when labour finally starts and we are both about to commence another chapter in each others lives, what is it you want me to do?......
Hang the washing on the line.........
'I'm sorry? did you say hang the washing on the line?'
Yep thats right Isabella, when you are older and I show this blog, your mama, asked me to hang the washing up when you was on your way to meet us.
Alledgedly, I cannot be trusted to remember to hang up washing when she isn't here and it may go damp and smelly. I have survived quite well for many years now, even managed to save and purchase my own home. I am sure I can hang up some washing while Natasha is in hospital.
Besides all this, Natasha wasn't even ready for the hospital, according to her the hospital may send you back home if you are not so many centimetres wide down below. Natasha felt she wasn't at the right 'entry requirement' right now. This is ridiculous, I was witnessing some severe pain and this severe pain she was feeling wasn't enough for a hospital!!
I was really concerned as I haven't witnessed this kind of pain since Andy Scrabble last 'done' his hamstring........
She soon changed her mind about going to the hospital as the pain increased, there were no waters breaking in the near future but she wanted to go. I told her to get in the car while I grabbed everything and called the hospital to tell them we have a crazed monstor who needs to burst, on her way in.
Secretly getting time to panic on my own. I also used this snatched moment to have a cheeky excited smile to myself. I am going to be a father. Its real now.
Responsability is about about to smack me full pelt in the chops.
I was snapped out of my dazed, yet inane state by an almighty scream from the car, Natasha was thinking of the neighbours and used polite language to hurry me up.
On arrival we were allocated quite a plush delivery suite. I then proceded to comfort my beautiful girlfriend for the next 3 1/2 hours with my humour (of course) whilst holding her hand and rubbing her back. For anyone who doesn't understand, jokes and humourous 'ditties' are NOT welcome in the delivery suite.
Nor are requests for Natasha to revise some runs for my Black taxi knowledge!
In fact she wasn't exactly a bundle of laughs in there at all, my whole comedic repetoire was wasted. Mind you I still took a couple of sneaky photos when she was in immense pain, that made up for it.
I also took a phone call from Terry and a phone call from her mum. Multi tasking whilst giving birth, what a hell of a man I am?!
I know she loves me.
So, when we arrived on first examination she was 3cm. 2 hours later (even tho the pain was what it was) , she was only 4cm. On discussion with the midwife, this could be a tough one, in for the long haul. Natasha was high as a kite at this point on gas and air, and it took all my self control to take it from her and do a Delboy for the comedy. I never.
With the birth no where in sight. I took the opportunity to to see my mama who had arrived a bit earlier. Big cuddle from her and reassurance was enough.
I was doing well. I found the contractions easy and the prospect of the birth wasn't worrying me at all. !
Mum went to get me a sandwich and I made two phone calls cos I got the time, one to the kids dad to look after the kids and one to the carpet man to delay him.
I strolled back up and walked into the delivery suite to see the bottom half of my child escaping.
Yes, thats right. Unbeknown to me, Natasha had decided she didn't want to wait the extra hour and a half for waters to be broken, she had a sudden urge to push. and push she did. She even caught the midwife unaware as she was washing her hands at the time I walked in. Natasha did it with no help. Typical.
I witnessed my child arriving..... just. I also witnessed the goal end, which I vowed not to see.
Isabella Blue Keeble arrived into the world at 12.14pm on 30/7/09.
Weighing in at 7lb 15oz (which I believe makes her a Bantemweight!)
She was born in her bag as the waters never had a chance to break. It was like watching a new born foal being born on a wildlife programme. So I have been told, born in the bag is lucky. they become very good swimmers. Load of old balls.
Anyway, on arrival of baby, cue Lewis to blub his heart out for a good hour. It is truly the most amazing thing I have witnessed. Yes, I was told it would be but you can't give it justice until you have been involved.
I also cut the cord. while crying of course.
Welcome to my daughter Isabella Blue Keeble. Well done to her most beautiful Mama.
x
Isabella
Well, I am apologising to myself for this but I just didn’t have time to get on and update the diary. It was manic before the birth and manic after the birth. I am a little hacked off I didn’t but that is life I am afraid. I am sure I am going to miss out on stuff that has happened but I shall try to include as much as I can. I am sure there were a few moments of comedy gold to commentate on but I can’t seem to remember stuff write now. It tends to flow out once I start so I am sure I will be fine.
Well it happened, the birth of my daughter, Isabella Blue Keeble. She arrived on the 30th July 2009. Weighing in at a colossal 7lb 15oz, I say colossal due to the mad midwife scaring us that we were having a small baby. She wasn’t small. She is beautiful.
Here she is
This her mama
Here she is
This her mama
This her papa 
I say she is beautiful because she is, unlike the ‘trend’ of some people to say that every baby is beautiful. She is stunning and obviously has her mama’s genes for that. Her mama is stunning and I am fully happy to co-operate and let her have ALL the beauty genes!!!
It has been quite an overwhelming experience and one to truly cherish. I have been told by many a person and I mean, many a person that it is life changing. It is advice that until it happens, you cannot fathom. My feeling as I watched was quite simply breathtaking and the moment my life changed forever.
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
Hair today, gone tomorrow
I had my hair cut today, again; and it has been brought to my attention that I am ‘thinning’ on top. It wasn’t brought to my attention by the hairdresser. That would be just plain rude, no; it was brought to my attention by my workmates a while back. It is another imperfection that you just can’t have when you have work mates that are just looking to take the piss out of you.
I really am not that bothered, I have been receding for quite a few years now and it’s no big deal usually but this time is different. This time I have noticed it. Instead of just playing along I have actually noticed it today. What a heart breaker for me! She told me to lean forward so she can razor my neck and I could see far too much scalp for my liking. I can honestly say it has bothered me since, all day I have been thinking about it. Why is it happening now? Was I just far too happy with life that I had to be brought back down to earth? I think what makes it worse is that I have recently been on the receiving end of a ‘trendy’ haircut. A haircut if might add, that I actually like for once. It is bloody typical I tell you. For years now I have pretty much settled for a skinhead, every now and then experimenting with hair and then returning to the bald look. I was always telling myself that it is better with no hair if you are receding or going thin on top but that was when I didn’t really care. However, I now have a haircut that seems to suit me; lots have told me it does, but no; the devil farts in my porridge again and tells me I may as well have no hair because it is leaving my bonce at a rapid rate! never mind I suppose, I may as well make the most of it while it is still there. I reckon I got a couple of years of this (having hair) stuff so I am going to make the most of it. It is a shame as I am beginning to enjoy having my haircut down the barbers. My hairdresser girl is what you would call....err.... I suppose I can only class her as a chav girl. I wouldn’t put her down as scummy but you wouldn’t want her in your family, I have kind of grown to like her because she is so unwittingly stereotypical of the chavvy girl. She will ask me how life is at the moment, as a hairdresser should do. Although no sooner have I opened my mouth to reply accordingly, she has told me how things are not too good for her right now because her and her boyfriend had a row last night and she only had 5 hours sleep. I quote.
“It wasn’t even my fought yea? He was just acting like an idiot because I don’t like his step mother yea? She is jealous of me yea? She is half deaf...has a hearing aid in one ear and like really old yea? I think she is 40 or summit like that yea? So to im yea dat I aint sleeping round there no more while the step mum is around”
At this point her phone rung, I should have known that cutting my hair wouldn’t have got in the way of young love, she answered it quick as a flash and accepted his apology. Although he warned her to stay of his face book page because she is the only one for him and logging in as him to catch him out isn’t the way forward to a good relationship.
She garbled a load of other stuff without letting me answer any of her questions but I found it to be most educational. At least I know now that people can be half deaf!
I really am not that bothered, I have been receding for quite a few years now and it’s no big deal usually but this time is different. This time I have noticed it. Instead of just playing along I have actually noticed it today. What a heart breaker for me! She told me to lean forward so she can razor my neck and I could see far too much scalp for my liking. I can honestly say it has bothered me since, all day I have been thinking about it. Why is it happening now? Was I just far too happy with life that I had to be brought back down to earth? I think what makes it worse is that I have recently been on the receiving end of a ‘trendy’ haircut. A haircut if might add, that I actually like for once. It is bloody typical I tell you. For years now I have pretty much settled for a skinhead, every now and then experimenting with hair and then returning to the bald look. I was always telling myself that it is better with no hair if you are receding or going thin on top but that was when I didn’t really care. However, I now have a haircut that seems to suit me; lots have told me it does, but no; the devil farts in my porridge again and tells me I may as well have no hair because it is leaving my bonce at a rapid rate! never mind I suppose, I may as well make the most of it while it is still there. I reckon I got a couple of years of this (having hair) stuff so I am going to make the most of it. It is a shame as I am beginning to enjoy having my haircut down the barbers. My hairdresser girl is what you would call....err.... I suppose I can only class her as a chav girl. I wouldn’t put her down as scummy but you wouldn’t want her in your family, I have kind of grown to like her because she is so unwittingly stereotypical of the chavvy girl. She will ask me how life is at the moment, as a hairdresser should do. Although no sooner have I opened my mouth to reply accordingly, she has told me how things are not too good for her right now because her and her boyfriend had a row last night and she only had 5 hours sleep. I quote.
“It wasn’t even my fought yea? He was just acting like an idiot because I don’t like his step mother yea? She is jealous of me yea? She is half deaf...has a hearing aid in one ear and like really old yea? I think she is 40 or summit like that yea? So to im yea dat I aint sleeping round there no more while the step mum is around”
At this point her phone rung, I should have known that cutting my hair wouldn’t have got in the way of young love, she answered it quick as a flash and accepted his apology. Although he warned her to stay of his face book page because she is the only one for him and logging in as him to catch him out isn’t the way forward to a good relationship.
She garbled a load of other stuff without letting me answer any of her questions but I found it to be most educational. At least I know now that people can be half deaf!
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
Latte anyone?
I went to see the Kings of Leon last week at the O2 Arena. I was a bit apprehensive to be honest, when Jim bought the tickets I was a definite for this, but as the months drew closer I couldn’t help but think l that I was a bit old for a concert. I’m not sure where that feeling came from but I couldn’t get rid of it. I know I am not too old for the Kings of Leon for a start. Anyway, they were the best band I have ever seen live. The venue suited me down to a tee, the O2 arena is amazing. Although we were right at the back facing the stage the sound and the feeling of the songs were truly something I will remember for a long time. I am not particularly big on dancing at a concert so I was more than happy to just sit in the cushioned leather chairs and watch them as if they were in my front room. A perfect concert.
I would strongly recommend to everyone to travel to the O2 on the Thames Clipper boat service. It was such a stress-free way to get there and it added to a great night. I can’t wait to see them again.
Jim and Danielle had their 12 week scan yesterday and all is good. I am so happy for them, although I feel they may have just copied us! Jim is a topper and went and proposed marriage while they were away, always got to go one better…! I am really looking forward to all the kid’s stuff I can talk to him about, perhaps we could go and have a coffee with our kids in their buggies! Isn’t that what everyone else does?
Coffee. Humph…. I wish I liked coffee; I may try to force myself to like it. For some reason, I can’t help but feel like a complete buffoon when every time I am in the coffee shop by work that I am ordering a Twinings English tea. We meet up before work in Clapham in the local coffee shop quite a lot and I feel I am always missing out when Danny is ordering a Latte and John, a cappuccino. This has bothered me for a while now and I feel that the only thing for it is to force myself to drink it. Think of all the hot drink options that will open up to me if I get to like coffee. It has its bonuses too apparently. If I have a couple then I am high as a kite and it warns the tiredness off, lovely. Those frappucino’s (spelling?), look absolutely beautiful; but I bet they taste like crap. It’s such a cruel world……..
I would strongly recommend to everyone to travel to the O2 on the Thames Clipper boat service. It was such a stress-free way to get there and it added to a great night. I can’t wait to see them again.
Jim and Danielle had their 12 week scan yesterday and all is good. I am so happy for them, although I feel they may have just copied us! Jim is a topper and went and proposed marriage while they were away, always got to go one better…! I am really looking forward to all the kid’s stuff I can talk to him about, perhaps we could go and have a coffee with our kids in their buggies! Isn’t that what everyone else does?
Coffee. Humph…. I wish I liked coffee; I may try to force myself to like it. For some reason, I can’t help but feel like a complete buffoon when every time I am in the coffee shop by work that I am ordering a Twinings English tea. We meet up before work in Clapham in the local coffee shop quite a lot and I feel I am always missing out when Danny is ordering a Latte and John, a cappuccino. This has bothered me for a while now and I feel that the only thing for it is to force myself to drink it. Think of all the hot drink options that will open up to me if I get to like coffee. It has its bonuses too apparently. If I have a couple then I am high as a kite and it warns the tiredness off, lovely. Those frappucino’s (spelling?), look absolutely beautiful; but I bet they taste like crap. It’s such a cruel world……..
Monday, 6 July 2009
Pain
I changed the Barrell…… But not the back door…….That is how someone is getting in…… To have to put a camera up in your own home is too much I feel but needs must…. I hope I never have to but I am willing to take this person straight out………
How can someone make you feel like this in your own home?
What right does someone have to trespass and snoop around my house?
I am so angry, I called the police and forensics was called. There are fingerprints there that aren’t ours….they shouldn’t be there full stop. They are too smudged to distinguish.
I shouldn’t have to do this is in my own home……..
You have had enough of my money since I have been here. It stops now.
I can't wait to catch u
How can someone make you feel like this in your own home?
What right does someone have to trespass and snoop around my house?
I am so angry, I called the police and forensics was called. There are fingerprints there that aren’t ours….they shouldn’t be there full stop. They are too smudged to distinguish.
I shouldn’t have to do this is in my own home……..
You have had enough of my money since I have been here. It stops now.
I can't wait to catch u
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