I try so hard sometimes and today I thought I had finally cracked it!
Work has been busy and just planning to make sure the family have clean underpants for the week can me a major logistical challenge. A few weeks ago I fell over and managed to sail past the french windows in a manner that my son described as "Kung Fu Panda on a bad hair day".
Then after having the flu I found myself "wafting" around in a beautiful white lace nightgown feeling that I probably looked like a character in a Bronte novel .... only to see my reflection a few moments later and realize that I actually looked like the Marshmellow man out of Ghostbusters.... But TODAY started so very well .... I got up early did the washing, the housework, worked on a new piece Im doing with Pete Chand, got Izz to school went to the gym and played Badmington with Charlotte all before noon.... then thinking "This is it Im finally one of those women that have their life under control" I danced off ponytailed and happy to do the recycling..... then it happened... I was once again reminded of my place within the cosmic scheme of things as I got my arm caught in the rubber recycling skip. I pulled I smiled I wrested I gave up and screamed for help and when none arrived I spent 20 mins easing my arm out of the contraption in a manner that resembled a vet doing an enama on a cow!!!

I am not cool. I will never be cool. I am a storyteller who is accident prone and I will one day learn that fact . But until then
I shall fashion a dress from the curtains, sweep majestically into the garden to peg out the washing and declare that "Tomorrow is another day"
PS:- I think the spelling is getting better but dyslexia still rules ko:-)