How do I feel now?
Every time I think about it I go hot.
I’ve eaten a whole packet of biscuits, a bowl of red hot veg, an avocado and some strawberries to try and still my fevered brow but to no avail.
At 62 years of age leaving my knickers on the floor of a snooker room in Dean Street seems a little careless don’t you think? But let me tell you why they were lying there in the first place.
On Monday 11th of March I went into Groucho’s to try and blag a cuppa for my friend.
Bernie, the head honcho, saw me and screamed:
‘Would you pose naked for me?’
Grabbed my arm and took me down to the Ladies Lavatory, frightened Mandy in the cubicle, showed me a set of pictures of naked men on the walls and told me they were posing in the buff for an autistic calender.
He was setting up a shoot for women would I be one of them….As a supporter of anything to do with autism
How could I refuse?
Bernie offered me the perk of the club how could I say no?
Month: May 2011
Ignatia
Threw fifty quid into the dustbin. Will it still be there when I get home?
Does it mean that deep down I think money is dirty? Or has the stress of the wedding, Bank Holiday Monday, birthdays, mothers and meetings got to me?
If the fifty quid is still there does it make me fifty pounds richer today or am I as poor as I was when I threw it into the garbage. Shrodinger’s puss would have something to say about that.
If the fifty pounds exists at all does it make me half a ton happier or if it has been mulched with all the other unrecycleable rubbish then am I fifty pounds worse off. The real question is whether it matters?
Of course it matters but is it worth writing a mountainous blog about?
I think not I can feel my blood sugar rising at the thought of it….
The patience of an Ant….
Watcha Peeps.
The wedding, the holidays, the sun, the wind, the travel, the family.
I have been caught up in so much tooing and froing that watching the snooker tonight – something I have never done – felt positively exhilarating,. I even cried when Judd Trump was knocked out. Good name eh?
My journal has remained unwritten, my carpet remained unhoovered and my books remain unread.
Now is the time to get a grip SO I have made some decisions. Firstly though I must say…..