Jack Monroe #600 If I don’t have a sieve, where am I getting a carabiner from?

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Is that? It can't be? Store bought mince pies?

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But . . . but . . .

she's an ex-alcholic!

Even if those pies aren't rich in whiskybrandyrum, they will remind her of ones which are and she could come tumbling off the wagon onto her pixie li'l
mediterranean.


She isn't wearing a lanyard. Does this mean she isn't actually a paid employee?
 
I've had some howling haircuts in my time, but I've never known her to have hair that isn't the worst hairstyle you've ever seen.
Ever the Elevenerifer, she’s now furiously thumping into her keyboard
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It's so satisfying that Bluesky always has someone ready to call her out. It really is a utopia.

She can block but she can't hide.


Load of bollocks.

We have an ancient cat who has recently had;

5 vet visits.
One all day stay so they could remove some mats as she's too fragile for a groomer.
Blood test.
Monthly biologic injections.
Gabapentin.
Thyroid medication.
Snacks every time so she thinks they're her friends to minimise stress.
Some trial foods to see if she'll eat more.
Antibiotic injection.
I've also spent on assorted foods, supplements, treats, snacks, pheromones and things to make her dotage as pleasant and stress free as possible.

I think we've just got to the five hundred quid mark after nearly three months. Extremely expensive area, too.


I walk into the vet's every time prepared to be told it's time, knowing I'll consent immediately. You know that bleep will leave him to suffer with end stage kidney disease for as long as possible whilst she begs for money.
 
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