Hi. If you were a teenage girl, or (even better) had a teenage girl, I'd like some feedback. My eldest is 15, and I feel an urge to have The Talk with her soon. I'm known for repeating myself (or as I like to think of it, verbally editing), and it will be awkward enough without me saying essentially the same points…
Books. Great, aren't they? Yeah.
If you could get me an empty beach too, that'd be great. I need to hold onto the ... head harness part while I stare into the distance and my hair whips artfully about.
1. The old man who stopped his little golf cart/ride on mower thingy to have a good old pick of his nose I passed yesterday.
Last night, while Mr_Beani was getting ready to do battle with the dinner mess scattered around the kitchen (he was up to stage one: eat the leftovers while stacking the dishes ready for washing) and I was untangling the cords to pull the blinds down, there was a knock at the door. Waiting on the doorstep was a woman…
This post by the ShinyRedRobot, and La Comtesse's contribution to the fashion pot luck dinner that ensued, got the ol' cerebral cogs a turning about my relationship with my daughter's clothes. Each time I let go of a rope tying me to their wardrobes, I think it’s the last one. Until of course I untie the next one.
That is all. Emmatini_out.
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