Friday, 24 September 2010

Summit For The Weekend

When I moved into me new bachelorette pad, I thought I’d better invest in some rubber, for health and safety purposes only. I mean, it is a hap-hazard world we live in, and every gal has the right, and duty, to be safe in all her endeavours.

To be perfectly honest, when doing me initial market research, I was taken in by silicon, and went colour coordinated, utensil mad trying it out in a not so hot and steamy kitchen, but that's another story.

Thankfully, that phase soon passed, and I went back to good old faithful rubber for me wet and wild side.


I do have a very wet and wild side…

And I didn't want any little,

or shockingly bump-ti-ous accidents, for that matter.

So, I invested in this, not so quackers, rubber footage for me bathroom:

Sunday, 19 September 2010

Sliced Bread

What was the best thing before sliced bread?

Ma Dad’s un-sliced bread!

Yup, ma Dad was one of the finest bakers ever. Nothing compares to what his hands could knead and slap on a baking tray. A master of rolls, bread and the odd buttery.

As fer me mother… She has a 101 recipes containing mince meat, and yep… you got it, they all taste the same. I guess I’m no better at cooking, these days, but I am trying. Tonight, it’s dead animal (lamb) casserole, but I can’t find any mint sauce. If I popped in an extra strong mint or a dash of mouthwash, would that suffice?

Thursday, 9 September 2010

Well Behaved Women

“Well behaved women don’t go down in history”!

Well that’s what the plaque in a shop said, and it got me a-pondering. Not about all the good, bad and iron girdled ladies in history, but on me own personal code of conduct.

What is considered to be “well behaved” can be a matter of personal opinion, of course, but the notion gives a valid argument to me rebellious and occasional forthright nature. When it comes down to it, historically or current standing, I’m not one for following life’s lemons. Never have been, never will be. Me skin may have taken more than its lifetime recommendation of grating, but I’ve earned me pips and me zest is never less than half full.

So, when summit has to go down, summit must’ve have come up, first. If it’s important enough, don’t take it lying down, is my honourable advice.

Anyway… the real splash of enlightenment came when wandering back home, via the scenic route. A pre-pubescent lad uttered an amazing, some would say out-dated, wise admission to his senior chaperones:

“I’ve got the personality of a child”

Ha… so have I!