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Cassia’s back from uni — and she’s brought a boyfriend with her! After that infamous conservatory incident with the last one (yes… he fell through the roof 😬), we’re all watching closely. Between a fish-obsessed cat, an over-friendly giant dog, a rearranged bungalow, and family chaos in full swing… this visit is already one to watch. Will James survive the week?…

I’m Taking My Chaos to Facebook: Why You Need to Follow “Laugh with Abby” Right Now! If you’ve been following my journey on WordPress, you know my life is a bit like a sitcom script that was accidentally dropped in a blender. Well, buckle up, because the show is moving! I am officially relocating my digital home to Facebook, and trust me, you don’t want to be the one left behind in the…

📖 Bungalow Chronicles: Streaming Schedules, Security Scares & Suspected Spectres This week in the Reculver Bungalow has mainly been sponsored by one institution…not the NHS… not my to-do list… but the educational chaos of Waterloo Road. I am now fully committed. My daily routine has evolved into what experts (me) are calling Structured Chaos Viewing: Potter for an hour (move one item, sit…

This week began, as many modern British sagas do, with a text message from my GP surgery. Not a friendly “How are you doing Abby?” type text. Oh no. A clinical, efficient, mildly sarcastic little ping from Heron Medical Centre announcing that my urgent appointment had been booked for Sunday 15th March… sometime in the morning. Sometime. Urgent then. Nothing quite screams rapid medical response…

If anyone was under the illusion that life in the bungalow is calm, peaceful and vaguely sensible… allow me to correct the record immediately. Saturday: A Dramatic Start (Because Of Course) Saturday began with me doing an impressive impression of a malfunctioning accordion. I couldn’t catch my breath and my arm and shoulder were doing their best “acute stabbing pain” routine — which, as medical…

Today I have been operating at approximately 0.7% battery. After my triumphant, “out out”, actual-driving-of-a-vehicle Sunday (still not over that, by the way — fifteen years off the road and I just casually reclaimed the steering wheel like a woman possessed), my pituitary tumours have decided we are now in Recovery Mode. When I do too much, my body and brain stage a very polite but firm…

Today began, as most of my days do, with a gentle beautiful Herne Bay sunrise… (Herne bay and Reculver in particular, really does have some of THE MOST gorgeous sunsets, if you’ve ever been lucky enough to witness one, you’ll know exactly what I mean !) …The Sunrise did not directly reach onto my eyeballs though, because Gary was sitting on my face again.!.. Gary doesn’t sleep on my face.He…

Ohhh buckle up buttercups, because today’s episode of “Chaos, Chronic Pain & Questionable Life Choices” is a good one.🐱 6:47am – Assaulted by Whiskers I woke up this morning to what I can only describe as a soft, rhythmic tickling across my face. For one glorious half-asleep second I thought, “Ahhh, a gentle breeze through the curtains.” No.It was Gary. Fast…

Today started, as most of my days do, with Rodney screaming at me like I owe him money. Not gentle meows.Not polite reminders.Full-scale “I HAVE NEVER BEEN FED IN MY ENTIRE EXISTENCE” operatics. I fed him ( and obviously Gary too ! ). Rodney screamed. I changed his bowl. He screamed. I made eye contact. He screamed louder. Honestly, if the neighbours don’t think I’m running some kind of…

Well. She’s back. Margaret has returned. For those unfamiliar with the ongoing paranormal situation in this house, Margaret is our resident ghost. Not the dramatic Victorian-in-the-attic type. No chains. No wailing. Just a quiet commitment to extremely specific, mildly inconvenient haunting. Within 24 hours of her spectral reappearance, she has: Arranged a perfectly straight line of dog…

A Day in the Life of Me, Gary, and the Possibly-Polite Poltergeist This morning began, as most mornings do, with Gary. Not an alarm clock.Not birdsong.Not even the gentle glow of dawn. No. Gary. Gary who prefers to sleep directly on my face, like a slightly judgemental sleep-paralysis demon who pays rent in whiskers.Every night follows the same ritual.I lie down.I get comfy.I drift off.And…

here’s your daily blog, served with a wink, a sigh, and a splash of bleach: Today’s Episode: Velcro, Vomit & Very Pointed Cleaning Today began with hope. Hope that Margaret might finally return. She has not. At this point, I’m considering putting her face on a milk carton. If you see her, tell her we’re worried… but also a bit offended. Rodney, meanwhile, woke up choosing chaos. Thanks to his…