Tonight I made a bit of a prat of myself. That in itself is not that unusual but tonight I did it on facebook. Ouch. A friend, a very dear one at that, had expressed her concern about getting home tonight due to a protest at Falls Balls. My, idiotic, response... "There is a place called Falls Balls? *Giggles*." Mr B, who does still somehow manage to read the paper every day, then informed me that there have been some horribly serious protests in this part of Belfast since Saturday with reports of shots being fired, bricks hurled and water cannons used to control crowds. Ouch ...
Ten things I tell myself every day
I have been tagged in this lovely new meme by its creator, the wonderful Mum of Three Boys. She has shared with us the 10 things she tells herself on a daily basis and is asking us to do the same. Isn't talking to yourself the first sign of madness? Or is that asking yourself if it is the first sign? I forget. So my ten daily doses of wisdom, questions and angst... Five more minutes....*yawn* Tetley tea = breakfast. It has calcium and vitamins...right? The scales are clearly broken again. ANOTHER grey hair. Are you kidding me? Is it time for W's nap yet? Do ...