I am not your Mother. I am barely a figment of your imagination. Forget silly little girls. Forget the people who crave to look like a field of, not so glamorous, sheep. This is me and everything in-between. Mentally and physically I’m a little hazy and rather curvy around the edges. Make you laugh? I can barely make the sheep laugh. Give me a break. My Dad would be proud.
Above is what I would have written in the little summery section of a competition I have just entered. If it would have allowed the use of more than 140 characters. I find it quite silly how many people waste that space with information such as: My name is Gertrude Turtle. I am 146 years old and I live on a council estate. Anyway, I’m pretty sure all I have to do is be myself and continue doing what I already do. Blog. Facebook. Twitter. All those things that take up every inch of my spare time. So I’m a little lost today. My day is full of the boring stuff. Mostly housework. As I try to keep myself sane, a little housework is kind of refreshing. De-cluttering the house feels like I’m some how de-cluttering my mind. Well that wasn’t a nice view. A seagull just did it’s business right outside the window. The poor soul has no idea that a number of people will now read about this and know that there is a local seagull who does it’s business in public. Disgusting. Beware. I’m glad I wasn’t November sunbathing. Amusing man currently on This Morning. Peter Kay. Down to earth kind of man. I revel in his ability to be open with the world in an honest and amusing kind of way. I wish I were more like him. Perhaps there is a small part of me that wishes I was Peter Kay.
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