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On the eve of the boyfriends birth Gemma made cake, and low it was a good cake - she held a sticky finger towards the ceiling and said "by jove I thinks I've cracked it"

I've also eaten at least 6 full tablespoons full of Golden Syrup, so much tasty evilness it's like being two again bouncing off the kitchen walls, I'm really stoked with myself for not throwing the towel in and giving up, I will learn to cook properly even if it kills me to keep ruining so much food, slightly offputting I realized why all the other cakes were so rough, the self raising flour was incredibly incredibly out of date not like 1988 out of date but possibly more 2008 so really that makes it the flours fault and not my fault, well. not so much but you know.

I'm really happy lately, contented if anything there's nothing to be worried about which makes life so much easier, I can be contented in being proactive, I'm looking after myself and keeping busy and everyone else is being mildly less weird than usual [except my Dad, his wife miscarried and he's happy about it which is just sad, I admit I wasn't thrilled but to lose it not by choice and be happy about something so macabre says a lot about his morality] and I'm just being boring wondering where I'd have space to fit a bookshelf because I really really want a bookshelf behind doors so it's not cluttering the place up.

I'm becoming increasingly obsessed with the 60's mainly because of these BAMF's

so that's a whole world full of new conspiracy theory books to read because I am just a little bit in love with both of them, all the hottest people are dead now days just avoid ever googling them and seeing fat drunken speedo pictures of them in their 60's *shiver*