Daddy

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My dad died today. Of course he didn’t die today; he died on this date three years ago. Deaths are easier to remember than birthdays. Or they were before Facebook gave everybody a prompt.

Daddy gave up dialysis to spend more time in the pub because he didn’t want to spend what turned out to be the last year of his life with “a bunch of boring old guys in an ambulance”.

He had a list in his wallet of all the people who have died doing a detox and sang a Scottish version of Amy Winehouse’s Rehab. “The cheese tried to make me go to rehab but I said naw naw naw.”

When the doctor told him he had two weeks to live he rolled his eyes and said, “Two weeks! In this place! Can’t you give me a jag?”

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Arly’s Favourite Skincare Buys

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After thoroughly enjoying the first ever VH Awards in the epic and highly entertaining December newsletter, I have been itching to share my favourite skincare buys from last year. Despite everything that happened throughout 2017, there was one thing I could count on for a much welcomed distraction Read More…