If you’re reading this, I bet you thought I had finally succumbed to my fate, either a skinny or really dead..but i’m here…. There has been some updates, and to be honest I didn’t have the energy to write in my journal and my damm pen ran out of ink, after I cried in my husbands face to go and find me a decent pen…my adorable sweetheart husband came back with a bag full…who knew! ..Okay.. updates… I am laying here on a leather couch..yes you read it right…a couch…Michael and I have taken residence at a Place called the eights, I am well looked after…anyhoo..I have mentioned this before…I am in my final month of pregnancy..(I hope) it has been difficult, I don’t have the care I would get in a normal world. but on saying that I have the best attention and help. I was given a gift by a girl, now this girl..is a tough one, she is very capable of beating a man double her size… so anyway…yes… she hands my husband a jar of jalapenos,  the girls name Julia wolfe,..thanks so much for that…so I am laying here on the leather couch eating them..weirdly Michael doesn’t kiss me so much now….anyway..yes update.. joking he loves to kiss me all the time with tongues… okay TMI

Life is really NOT getting better, we are trying really hard.. to pretend that everything will get better, but it’s not. I am hoping you are somewhere in the future and there is a break through..let me try paint a picture..the air is musky and thick, the island we live in is not as bad as mainland but the skinnies are coming out of the sea..more people are being bitten, the sky is that bit duller, there is no nice scents anymore, not the scent of freshly baked bread, or fresh laundry, or fresh brewed coffee or homemade muffins …there is a stench of death..no matter how hard my sister Serena tries with her herbs and her scents to mask it….but it is there…it never goes away….you can smell a skinny a mile off they stink of death…. if this is so far into the future my babies should be grown…in my head the world is getting better you guys are living your life and happy and the infection is under control… okay i’ll stop rambing …

I will finish with this, my husband michael is still alive, he continues to protect me in his big ole caveman way, he puts up with my pregnant lady moods and shrugs it off and kisses me even though I have ole stinky pickle breath …thanks to Julia…giggles,  my brother and sister are still alive, we are thriving, between us we shall continue to live our lives and carry on trying to make things just that little bit better for everyone

Peace out

Sugar and mini me x2!!