I do tend to act my shoe size instead of my age. Today was a case in point, excited to get in the same post, the quote from the company making our fitted wardrobes and my first ever pair of crocs. On both these counts I am fully aware that excitement isn’t what you would expect from any sane person? Crocs, I have always been very sniffy about; who in their right mind would clap rubber/plastic ugly footwear to their trotters, I ask you? Being of an impressionable age (!?!) on seeing my lovely new osteopath wearing them I thought, maybe, just maybe, they are the thing to wear to cushion the old wear and tear on the ancient bod?
Putting them on and just like Cinderella donning the glass slipper, finding it fits and more to the point, comfort is the name of the game. I got rather overcome! On the blower I go to
chat about the quote, blow me down
with a feather... the line is only engaged. When a girl’s on a roll it is very frustrating to have to wait. Then to add insult to injury after a squillon try’s they have only gone and put the blooming thing on answerphone! My message started sedately enough,
well for me sedate, then got
cheekier by the minute, ending with something along the lines of can you call me back after you
have had your sarnie (it was
lunchtime)and got your feet off
the desk. Well, I mean to say,
what was I thinking about, even
himself looked up, he who is used
to my utterances. Later on after much thought and since I have been meditating I haven’t had regrets about things I’ve done and said... until today! I decided I ought to email and apologise, which I have done. What possessed me, I ask you? All my life I have sailed close to the wind, even in the very exalted circles I used to work in, I always said stupid
stuff. Please tell me one day,
I will grow up?