Liesl
@Liesl_RW
Natural born ginger. Wife to Martin, mum to Amelia and chief poop scooper to Eric the labradoodle.
Ozzy Osbourne had such amazing hair. There really must be something in this sex and drugs and rock & roll lifestyle. Might be worth a try?
Picked up our Thai takeaway. Tiny front-of-house lady spotted a mistake and tore into the kitchen staff with industrial-strength Thai effin and jeffin. Got to the car, saw it was still wrong but I like living too much to complain! Enjoy your prawn massaman, whoever got it.
It’s noticeable how the phrase ‘successive governments’ is being used to blame the Labour government for the failure of the Tories #BBCLaurak
If I’d been cheated on by the love of my life, no amount of money could ever compensate for the devastation and heartbreak I’d feel for the rest of my life.
I’m going to say this quietly but Cliff Richard was really good looking back then #TOTP
I’m driving to Cambridge this morning which means queuing for ages at the Dartford Crossing and risking my life on the M25. But it also means lunch with my daughter and a visit to the Kettle’s Yard art gallery. Swings and roundabouts. Have a lovely day everyone x
Took the dog for a walk in the fields by the church and decided to take a shortcut home through the graveyard. Didn’t realise I was heading straight for a burial until I was nearly there. Said “oh Christ,” turned around and bolted. Hope the mourners see the funny side one day.
I’ve been reflecting on how much things have changed. At my age, my mother would be writing well-reasoned letters to the national and local papers on issues she cared about. I just post nonsense on social media. Sometimes I wonder if something precious was lost along the way.
I know times are very different now but if my dad had plastered me all over the equivalent of social media for being sent home from school when I was 12 (Commodore Amiga user group?), I would have vowed never to speak to him again.
Today is Bastille day which brings back horrendous memories of ringing EE and being on hold for 50 minutes with that awful “eh-oh, eh-eh-oh, eh-oh” song on loop.
Off to Winchelsea beach for a swim. Strange how the summer has changed my FOMO to JOMO (Joy of Missing Out) while in between contracts!
We’re watching the England Women’s game but I’ve just had to leave the room because I feel so awful for the Wales team. I just can’t bear to watch it.
The people in the big house down the valley had a party in their garden last night and were doing karaoke until 1am. It was after an excruciating Girls Just Wanna Have Fun that I wished I’d been less diligent at school and instead of having academics, I’d trained as a sniper.
I wonder if they’ll use AI to plug in Paul McCartney’s mic or whether they’ll just let it be #LiveAid #LiveAid40
What women really want from a hot night in bed is to be able to sleep.
If I was Mr Supertramp’s girlfriend I’d dump him for being so mean about me in a song. Bastard. #TOTP