Maybe Rizzo got it Right ........

“Do you know when someone has ‘that thing’ and you can fill it ….”

Well no frankly my cockling friend I don’t ……………

But it got me thinking, do we always say what we mean and more to the point, do we mean what we say?

When I assumed a horrified face and apologised profusely because Gus has just peed on the head of the Yorkshire terrier sniffing his nether regions I lied.  Personally I thought he got what he deserved  delving around there and no, it wasn’t really the first time Gus had peed on another dogs head either.

Yesterday I fell out of my bra, please tell me I’m not the only person that’s happened to???  I was walking through town, it was a hot day so I was just wearing a skimpy vest top and my phone rang.  As I pulled it out of my bag my purse fell out too.  I bent over to pick it up and just literally fell out of the damn thing.

Have you ever thought about modelling?  Well, although in my younger years I was asked that quite a lot I haven’t been asked for a while now and the answer is no, not really.  I did pose for a sculptor once who produced the most beautiful carving of a mermaid, I couldn’t believe it was really me.  Sadly the photos I had seemed to have disappeared over the years.  I’m still pondering that question though after being approached by a buyer from one of labels in a department store.  I don’t think so, if I’d been going to do that I think I might have done it all those years ago.

The children’s school reports thumped through the letter box this week along with huge quantities of forms to fill out, I only hope to god I don’t lose the lot by the end of the 6 weeks holiday!

I’m so proud of my children. It’s been a little tough the last couple of years and yet their reports are pretty damned good.  Ok, Master Mac could try harder in a couple of subjects and Miss Mac may sometimes be a little distracted by interesting gossip during lessons but overall they were great. Doing well, achieving at least the level expected or better, no complaints from me there!

Big D’s PE teacher once remarked that he was an endless source of amusement with his inventive excuses to get out of any kind of physical activity.

Did you know that if you have a problem with an O2 phone you get to see a Guru?  I was a little disappointed at the lack of a long flowing beard, strings of beads and the realisation he didn’t want to hold hands and chant over my phone.  He DID give me a box of chocolates though which I thought was pretty nice.  The phone's still knackered though despite the software update. I’m still getting endless messages telling me I’m out of credit and now the bloody thing wont synch with my email either, I wonder if I’ll get more chocolates if I go back?

I’ve been given a number of things by complete strangers over the years. A four leaf clover last year while I was sitting outside a café in town enjoying a coffee in the sun. I also seem to have one of those faces that make people think I know where I’m going. Rarely a week passes without me being asked for directions. Mostly I haven’t got a clue but I work on the assumption that they are probably just passing through and I do hate to let people down. So far I’ve never seen anyone again and hopefully a few even got to where they wanted to go.

There are so many things floating around my head right now that I can’t seem to form them into coherent posts which is why I’ve taken to rambling.  Maybe it’s the lack of sleep.  Maybe it’s the general feeling of being unsettled. I keep having this fantasy of packing up, selling up and moving on. The question is where and why (although that may be TWO questions!).  I don’t know the answer to either.  Would it really be the worse thing I could do?