In your head you are...

still a bright young thing.

Or to put it in simpler terms in my head I am a bright young thing?

Worrying I know.

Just this morning as we munched our brekkie we got to talking about last night’s mindfulness lesson.  Each week I state to himself, this week I will put a sock in it and not say a word.  Each week I fail spectacularly.

‘You are so artistic LL!

said our teacher.

My mouth opened and closed without me saying a word... a result!

Wot!?! 

reverberated around my brain, what gives her that idea?

This morning we got into deep and meaningful about her statement.

‘What made her say that?’

I enquired from him wot knows?

‘It is so obvious by your whole persona!’

‘Wot?’

I can be very fluent when the old grey matter is engaged like NOW!
‘Is it how I dress?’  
I answered my own question by saying 
‘It can’t be as since pain has been a constant I’ve thrown clothes on without a thought!’  
Mobile charity clothes bank comes to mind.

‘You have presence!’

The funny thing is for years I thought I always in any situation flew under the radar.  So much so I well remember my opening gambit to someone was (and by the way it 

wasn’t a man!)

‘You probably won’t remember me, we met at whatever!’
‘Oh yes, I remember you very well!’

My mouth opened and closed and this time I resisted the temptation to say...

yes, you’ve guessed it...

‘Wot?’

When I told hubs my thoughts, he replied

‘Yes, under the radar like the difference between a battleship and a submarine!’

Blooming cheek!