single mum

Yet again, that day of the year has come round where I am finding myself 'celebrating' some obscure holy man who - fun fact - is also the patron saint of epilepsy. No, I am not some grumpy old lady who is pissed off that she has been left on the shelf while everyone else is frollocking in merry dualism, because after all I am single pretty much out of choice. And let's be honest, the entertainment value of me being unmanned is not to be underestimated.

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