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It's a horrible day today. Hail, snow, rain and so damn cold.

I need to move the couch and hoover behind it as my brother is hopefully coming to help take it around to the garage later. Which means we'll be sitting on cushions tonight, but that can't be helped. I've also got a chicken curry in the slow cooker so no cooking needs to be done around couch shifting time.

Good things. I loved the photo Kristin and Mikey posted of their wedding celebration, and loved all the tweets they got in response to it even more. They both look so incredibly happy.

As threatened yesterday, some of the photos I was given, mainly me, my dad and brother.

That's me and my brother. There's two years between us. He looks cute as a button, I look rather demented.

When I think of dad this is how I like to remember him. This was in the garden of the house we had before he split with mam.

The traditional first day of school photo. You know what gets me about this one? I was about 13 then, and for a few years before had been made to go to the doctors and see the health visitor on a weekly basis to be weighed. And around this time I had to go to a weekly all day thing with other kids that included a visit with the psychologist and eventually, admitted to hospital for enforced very low-calorie diet. And yes, looking at this I was overweight, but not to the extent that amount of intervention was needed. Those health professionals did a hell of a lot more long-term damage than they'll ever know.