Thursday 18th December 2025
Dear Diary,
Answer me this:
Why is toothpaste blue, or pink or red, or a combination of all three these days? It’s beyond madness. WHITE! Toothpaste should be white, to match most people’s ceramic basins. I’m sick and tired of going into the bathroom to find the sink spattered in lurid toothpaste ejections. There’s no damn need for fluorescent fluoride products. It looks fucking disgusting.
We all use Sensodyne toothpaste, because both Dick and I have sensitive teeth. Shane doesn’t have sensitive anything, not one nerve in that man’s body would dare to display weak sensitivity, but he still uses Sensodyne because he says there’s no point in wasting money on two types of toothpaste. (He’s tight as well as insensitive.)
Sensodyne used to be white, but for some reason it’s now a really horrible shade of blue. It pisses me off. It’s all right for the men folk; they don’t have to deal with it. It’s me, the resident sink cleaner, who has to chip off the fucking stuff prior to cleaning the sink. I told them this morning, as I’ve told them many times, that it wouldn’t kill them to rinse away their disgusting, selfish, toothpaste debris, instead of leaving it for me to do. They did what they always do when I’m off on one of my domestic, ‘hissy housewife’ rants. They exchanged long-suffering looks, hunched their shoulders, and ignored me. That pissed me off as well. It’s rude. I might have remonstrated further, had not Shane unhunched his shoulders to shoot me a ‘give it up now, before we fall out’ look.
I’m also sick of the constant rain and cloud in my portion of Blighty. It makes running a misery, the garden a soggy quagmire, and the days even darker than they already are at this time of year. To make matters worse, the gas board is working on replacing old pipes along the avenue, and making a right mess with their vans and diggers. They’ve actually ploughed up a couple of the gardens along the avenue, to get to some pipes. I’m just waiting for them to dare try and dig up our lawn. They can fuck off. I’m not having it. It wouldn’t be so bad if they did a half decent job of repairing the damage they do, but they couldn’t care less. Putting things back as they found them doesn’t compute. They’ve left some formerly flat lawns looking like Iron Age burial mounds.
Anyway, I didn’t just pop in to complain, I wanted to say that instead of posting a Christmas card this year, I might post a chapter of Bits & Bobs, seeing as I haven’t been around much with one thing and another. I honestly thought I might have pubbed it by now, but I suppose no one is really surprised that I haven’t, considering how long it took me to get Revs out there, ha-ha. Look out for the chapter, not sure when it’ll be up.
Christmas is approaching at speed, and I’m busy compiling lists and ticking off stuff. I love a good list. I’m at a carol concert tonight, part of the choir, and I’m looking forward to it. I actually have a solo or two to perform. As well as loving lists, I love a good Christmas carol. You don’t have to be religious to enjoy a seasonal hymn. I love the history of them and everything. Shane got me a gorgeous book that features not just the music and lyrics, but the history behind some of the most well known carols. It has beautiful illustrations too.
I’ll have to scoot, got stuff to do before I get ready to go a carolling later on. I need to prep a slow cooker casserole ready for the return of my two wise men this evening. I hope your festive preps are going well.
As ever, ciao for now.
Dear Diary,
Answer me this:
Why is toothpaste blue, or pink or red, or a combination of all three these days? It’s beyond madness. WHITE! Toothpaste should be white, to match most people’s ceramic basins. I’m sick and tired of going into the bathroom to find the sink spattered in lurid toothpaste ejections. There’s no damn need for fluorescent fluoride products. It looks fucking disgusting.
We all use Sensodyne toothpaste, because both Dick and I have sensitive teeth. Shane doesn’t have sensitive anything, not one nerve in that man’s body would dare to display weak sensitivity, but he still uses Sensodyne because he says there’s no point in wasting money on two types of toothpaste. (He’s tight as well as insensitive.)
Sensodyne used to be white, but for some reason it’s now a really horrible shade of blue. It pisses me off. It’s all right for the men folk; they don’t have to deal with it. It’s me, the resident sink cleaner, who has to chip off the fucking stuff prior to cleaning the sink. I told them this morning, as I’ve told them many times, that it wouldn’t kill them to rinse away their disgusting, selfish, toothpaste debris, instead of leaving it for me to do. They did what they always do when I’m off on one of my domestic, ‘hissy housewife’ rants. They exchanged long-suffering looks, hunched their shoulders, and ignored me. That pissed me off as well. It’s rude. I might have remonstrated further, had not Shane unhunched his shoulders to shoot me a ‘give it up now, before we fall out’ look.
I’m also sick of the constant rain and cloud in my portion of Blighty. It makes running a misery, the garden a soggy quagmire, and the days even darker than they already are at this time of year. To make matters worse, the gas board is working on replacing old pipes along the avenue, and making a right mess with their vans and diggers. They’ve actually ploughed up a couple of the gardens along the avenue, to get to some pipes. I’m just waiting for them to dare try and dig up our lawn. They can fuck off. I’m not having it. It wouldn’t be so bad if they did a half decent job of repairing the damage they do, but they couldn’t care less. Putting things back as they found them doesn’t compute. They’ve left some formerly flat lawns looking like Iron Age burial mounds.
Anyway, I didn’t just pop in to complain, I wanted to say that instead of posting a Christmas card this year, I might post a chapter of Bits & Bobs, seeing as I haven’t been around much with one thing and another. I honestly thought I might have pubbed it by now, but I suppose no one is really surprised that I haven’t, considering how long it took me to get Revs out there, ha-ha. Look out for the chapter, not sure when it’ll be up.
Christmas is approaching at speed, and I’m busy compiling lists and ticking off stuff. I love a good list. I’m at a carol concert tonight, part of the choir, and I’m looking forward to it. I actually have a solo or two to perform. As well as loving lists, I love a good Christmas carol. You don’t have to be religious to enjoy a seasonal hymn. I love the history of them and everything. Shane got me a gorgeous book that features not just the music and lyrics, but the history behind some of the most well known carols. It has beautiful illustrations too.
I’ll have to scoot, got stuff to do before I get ready to go a carolling later on. I need to prep a slow cooker casserole ready for the return of my two wise men this evening. I hope your festive preps are going well.
As ever, ciao for now.