You see, I’m in a quandary, in regards to Aloada Bobbins. I think it may be time to throw in the metaphorical towel but I know that I’ll regret it if I do. However, it’s quite clear to anyway who pays half an ounce of attention to my little site that the posts have dwindled dramatically over recent months.
Bother it and blast. What to do?
“Nobody loves me, everybody hates me. I think I’m gonna eat worms…“
Lyrics from a song I enjoyed singing as a child, especially the part when you make the slurping noise and suck their juices out!
Of course, I wouldn’t really want to eat worms but you’d be forgiven for thinking the opposite if you were to look in my fridge. You see, for those of you who don’t follow me on Instagram, this is my reality now: housing worms next to the mayonnaise, chasing locusts and telling people that cockroaches aren’t really that bad.
Why? Because I am now the Mother of Dragon. A bearded one!
In few hours time, darkness will fall across the United States, plunging many into panic and others into exultant displays of worship.
Of course, there are those that would argue this happened back in January and the Apocalyptic parasites have been slowly devouring the land ever since. Yet, I refer not to the mere mortals that consider themselves gods, but to the true celestial powerhouse; the Sun!
Crackers. Bonkers. Eccentric. Weird. Odd. Quirky. Mad as a box of frogs…
All terms used for someone who is a little bit strange, several having been used to describe Yours Truly over the years. Often by my mother…
And I’m fine with that. I’ve always rather liked being slightly off-centre to Ordinary, even using it for ‘My Banana Cray-Cray’ post to introduce myself to the Blogosphere when I first started this site.
But now I’ve started doing things that even I find a little bizarre. Am I going mad? You tell me…
Hi everyone! Well it’s almost the end of my first week off over the summer (5 more to go!) and I’ve been a very busy bee. I decided a couple of weeks ago that the kitchen was in need of an update, so organised for a decorator to visit and give me some quotes.
That was last Friday, when I rushed home, after waving goodbye to colleagues for the next month, only to sit around waiting for two hours and finally realising she wasn’t going to turn up! Naturally, I was annoyed but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise because it was a CALL TO ACTION!
I was going to do it all myself…