Oh my poor baby girl, she is so sick! Poor child! (ok she's 20, a grown up but still my baby).
She has just rung me sobbing, barely coherent because she cannot stop being sick. I told her to ring 111, then ring me back. She is bringing up bile, so I suspect they will want her in hospital.
We spent a lovely day together yesterday. We shared a portion of cheesy chips and still left half, then she really fancied a hot chocolate fudge cake, so we went to Weatherspoons and had a portion of that between us.
Then she brought it all back up. I know they are not ideal foods, but they were what she fancied. Today she has had toast at about 10 am.
They think she is around 8 weeks now.
The far left in France, could it happen here?
Patronising comments about mature love
If heaven is so wonderful, why do people pray to stop someone going there




