50 not out
Well, this blogging idea is dying on its arse. My enthusiasm is still afloat but my very boring life has gone a bit Titanic, Not in a big dramatic way, Just in a mehhhh sort of yawny way. Maybe it's because I will be 50 in 3 short days, 50!!! how the fuck did that happen? The lovely husband and daughters have promised, on pain of A BIG SULK, not to organise any shenanigans. I hate being the centre of attention ( my poor dad had to prime me with vodka to walk me down the aisle!), A nice family meal would be perfect. I did think the world would make some sense at this great age I will soon reach.......it doesn't. The stupid, pointless shooting in America sickens me to the core. The fear and lies being peddled in the euro vote turn me into a ranting, tv shouting, swearing, sweating, bundle of fury. I also thought by now I would vote Tory, Have a liking for a nice beige cardigan or two, and know when to clap at the theatre. Oh well. In other news, one...