Lunatic asylums. Sometimes I think I should be in one. Apparently it’s ok to spend quality self time but the fact of the matter is I have spent an entire day and the only two people I have spoken to are my mother to ask her if I need to take the elastic strapping off a roast, (You know the stuff – it looks like your feet sometimes do in strappy shoes) and the lady at the cafe that I ordered my coffee from. Not that you could call that a conversation – I asked, smiled politely, waited for chit chat but apparently she was busy and could do nothing but hold out her hand to ask for my money.
So that’s it – a conversation about a wrapped-up, once upon a time pig and a grunt that accompanied the $1.20 change from a latte. It’s days like this that I am almost certain that life could lead me in a direction very much like today. Alone with grumpy, middle aged baristas.
To top it off today we also have the benefit of watching offspring. Where in her mid 30s a woman is giving birth from a fling on a cruise ship. Is that what the next five years will hold for me? Will I get to thirty-five, try to hold on to my youth by the only part of my body that can be called slim, my fingernail. Shag some poor random wranger for his sperm in order to finally move myself into the next phase of my life, is that what’s instore for me? The worst problem is I love Deborah Mailman, someone once told me that I look like her, and the idea of a mid 30s cruise ship baby is not deplorable. In fact it sounds like quite a possibility.
Obviously my ovaries are overreacting. They’ve been doing a lot of that lately but the part that I’m worried about is the die down period for my overreactive ovaries seems to be taking a lot longer lately. Another reason to put me in the loony bin. Normally I can attribute my clucky ovaries to some part of my girly bits but it seems lately the cluckiness takes over without warning or attachment to any other part of my inner workings.
What a week… I think I am just going to have put it down to the moon. This week the chirpy, normally content woman turned more into a woe-man. The good news is the mass ravings of a lunatic will ebb with the moon and hopefully tomorrow starts a new week and a better outlook on things. Until then I will live in the realm where things are quite possible and the idea of a cruise ship fling may be just what I need! (without the baby part…. 😉 )
life in big frilly knickers 