October 9, 2012 § 86 Comments
Doof – doof – doof – doof!
I seem to be the recipient of many of life’s blows. Life is shit today on so many fronts I am not sure where to begin.
Sorry I didn’t post the times piece, but it didn’t run yesterday for lack of space, so I am holding off till next Tuesday, if I can be forgiven.
I am here, trying to convince myself that there can’t be any more shit in the world left to throw at me – oh about work, money, the kids, men, you name it. But I am, oddly, not crying. I don’t know why the fuck not. I ought to be. Perhaps it was because my mum sent me such a sweet and supportive and loving email and because Mrs Standard Bearer so wisely reminded me that Life Does Change. I like her story. One New Year’s Eve, she had to get up amongst her friends and talk about her hopes for the year ahead and she spoke of the three important things in life – family, housing, work – all being unmitigated shit for her right then. And a button switched inside her. Five days later she was with the man who is now her heavenly husband, and they are the best couple I know.
I’ve decided to take it from her.
Oh, and my outrageous Plankton friend across the pond just rang and made me laugh with her properly outrageous sex tips for plankton, which I won’t pass on because, foolishly, obviously, sex is a subject I tend to avoid on this blog (let’s face it, it is a subject not short of coverage online and everywhere else besides, who needs my tuppence’ worth?). But anyway; tears averted.
And recourse to the book that makes me double up and cry with laughter, I mean, properly stomach-aching laughing, for whenever I feel like shit: Shit My Dad Says, it’s called. Once, on a plane back from New York, I was heaving with laughter at it to such an extent that my then youngish child begged me to stop reading but I couldn’t and said child had to resort to asking the air hostess if it could move seats because it couldn’t sustain me in public as its mother.