It was therefore a week requiring a lot of wine.
I've been so busy that I did not have the time to read my own mind, let alone your blogs, however that is something I hope to remedy very soon.
This was preparing-for-secondary-school week you see, and involved finishing a golf camp, clearing out a bedroom (furniture included), getting in fitted furniture, covering school books, buying more school stuff, tending to kittens, budgie, goldfish, visiting ailing mother and dealing with any unexpected
When your brain is overloaded trying to schedule all these activities a person can easily forget things, can't they? I mean it's not that hard to believe that someone could leave the house, having remembered everything required for a pre-teen's golf camp, only to later realise that they forgot their handbag containing such crucial items as mobile phone and money, is it? Money that could buy things like a cup of tea, or diesel if your car was running out of fuel, for example. It would be totally acceptable in such a situation for a person to have a mild panic attack as they drove on zero fuel level to a remote service station, wouldn't it? And you would close your eyes and ears if you saw such a person taking the walk of shame into said service station and subsequently making the call of shame to he-who-has-credit-card, wouldn't you? I knew you would, you're reasonable people, you understand.
I get the rolling of eyes in this house if I counter my regular forgetfulness by declaring that if I didn't have to remember everyone else's stuff then I'd have less to forget. In my world that last sentence makes perfect sense.
Following this latest transgression I distractedly replied to something my boy asked me and couldn't remember the exact words I'd used. Oh boy. I was subsequently regaled in another car journey about how I always forget everything etc; etc; seguing nicely (as I ignored him) into such delights as 'where did the name Santa come from, even though I know he's fake' .... *'I can't wait for halo 4 to come out mum!' and, to ensure he had my complete attention 'penis insurance' in defiance at the real words on the car radio!! Sigh....
*Dear Xbox please bring this game out before November 6th...I'm a Desperate Housewife in danger of a brain implosion!
As this was clear-out week I got to thinking .... what if I had a clear out of my brain? A brain dump, so to speak, I mean there wouldn't be much recyclable material there or anything. It would simply be me disposing of all the things that I don't need to remember. I mean, I don't need an iTouch, Nintendo DS, change of this or a just-in-case that whenever I leave the house, now do I? There will be changes around here, mark my words.
So, on to the real clear-out which felt SO good and resulted in lots of bags of recyclable and dump-able stuff AND a room fit for a secondary school attending teen....
Designed by Enigma Design
Of course, one never knows what one will find when under taking a clear-out, does one?!
I was treated to an hilarious moment when my boy donned a pair of child's white leggings (a panto costume I think) and delivered a scarily accurate impression of 'Boohoo.com' , from the TV ad, with accompanying poses of course!!
And then I came across two photos from many moons ago and rolled around the floor in fits of laughter!! Oh, the embarrassment!
I deliberated long and hard as to whether or not I'd share them with you.
But then I thought, everyone deserves a laugh, right?
So here they are (can't believe I'm actually doing this!) can you spot the celebrity.....and me?!
At a Miss Ireland Heat (for a friend!) early 1980s
An' event' for Aer Lingus' 50th Anniversary
Enjoy....while I go back to the ironing and covering school books!