Sometimes I read rubbish stuff; mainly from the trash magazines that I read for a guilty pleasure but more often from the rags we call newspapers.
Today the headline that caught my eye in the Metro was:
Sometimes I read rubbish stuff; mainly from the trash magazines that I read for a guilty pleasure but more often from the rags we call newspapers.
Today the headline that caught my eye in the Metro was:
Things that make me go Bleurgh…..
1. Parking in a family parking bay. Yes you are late and yes its busy but people carriers were met to stick together. Don’t force me to park with the cool cars as neither I or the car enjoys the silent ridicule as I try and wrestle a buggy and 3 kids out with two inches of space.
However if you decide to park in my spot because secretly you want one of my children please feel free to check my ebay account as one or more is often found there.
Some ruffian has laid their lips on my daughter.
Some cheeky little so and so has had the nerve to declare himself my daughters first boyfriend and sealed the deal with a puckered up kiss which apparently she willingly accepted.
In the past I have been accused of being a little attention seeking.
It’s not often that I have moments of serenity, where I feel calm and very much at peace with myself and my chosen life.
Often I feel like I am dashing from one task to the next, planning the next big thing and pouting a little about the stuff I thought I would have done or achieved by this point in my life.