Monday, 4 August 2008
Let them eat cake .......................
I have found I have a new Hobby ! I made a cake for my Sisters 50th Bithday, I think its pretty good for a first attempt ! Now I think I am hooked and need to know EVERYTHING there is to know about Sugar Craft !
Tuesday, 8 April 2008
Oh The Irony
Went into town today to pick up my lunch
There are sometimes buskers in the town centre, entertaining us as we shop
Today there was a Blind chap, His talent was whistling
The tune he was entertaining us with ?
Bright eyes
There are sometimes buskers in the town centre, entertaining us as we shop
Today there was a Blind chap, His talent was whistling
The tune he was entertaining us with ?
Bright eyes
Thursday, 13 March 2008
I am totaly sick of being the only person in my Universe to be able to organise ANYTHING !!
Some people call me anal, ...............
fine ............ if that's how they want to define the fact that I have better organisational skills than most people,
In my heart I know I am verging on the point of obsessive ! (think Monica from Friend's times about a million !)
But I am dammed sure they could not cope if I stopped organising !!
The problem is, I can't stop.
I long to stop, to just show them how much they rely on me, sometimes I think about going on strike, holding back my services, making them cope on their own, ............that'll show em !!!
But its like an itch that must be scratched, a spot that must be squeezed, a sob that can no longer be held in.
I can not hold back, it hurts me, more than it hurts them.
fine ............ if that's how they want to define the fact that I have better organisational skills than most people,
In my heart I know I am verging on the point of obsessive ! (think Monica from Friend's times about a million !)
But I am dammed sure they could not cope if I stopped organising !!
The problem is, I can't stop.
I long to stop, to just show them how much they rely on me, sometimes I think about going on strike, holding back my services, making them cope on their own, ............that'll show em !!!
But its like an itch that must be scratched, a spot that must be squeezed, a sob that can no longer be held in.
I can not hold back, it hurts me, more than it hurts them.
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