My twat of a dog managed to get hold of pizza dough proving last night. I need to extend my health anxiety Google policy- aka don't Dr Google- to my dog (she's fine) 🙈🙈🙈

An image of a haphazard dining room table with a laptop on it. There is an advent star hanging at the window

I'm on leave, but I keep an eye on my clients! It's been making me very nervous that one of my clients hasn't sent out a Christmas email; with over 1000 subscribers and a 50% open rate, they can't afford to neglect it. Today I caved... and did the email 🤣 Don't say I'm not dedicated

Dare I trust the hope in my heart when I see more and more familiar accounts here? 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

Me: I feel sick. I think it's because I'm so tired.

Also me: I know I had a huge portion at lunch, but I'm just going to trim this remaining Bailey's tiramisu for instagram. Oooh I'll just pop it in my mouth. Oooh it's rich isn't it

Christmas songs already on BBC Radio 2. Wrong

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Ooooh I feel like I'm getting to know a whole new Comms crew on here 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 (@leahughes.bsky.social you will always be the OG)

Outstanding 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

I have a feeling of hope in my heart ❤️🤣