It’s been one of those weeks where I wonder if it’s just me that’s a bit odd or if other people are just quieter about it.

I have discovered that:

• Bradley now does interesting ‘curling’ when part way through drying.  This causes complete panic when you discover it at 11pm and have to be wearing him in 6hours time.  The panic results in having to mime at Sister 2 from the front door as though she can sort it out from her bedroom window.  (Happily, the curling relaxed somewhat by morning but I have a feeling Bradley wear-ings are numbered.)

• It takes 2.5 hours to cook 102 cookies.  It takes significantly less than that for people on my floor at work to eat 70 of them (I shared the remainder between Sister 1, 2 and me).  There were no notes this time, but the fact that they went so fast made me smile.

• If you’ve had a long day and get home to find that your neighbour has leaned 3 foot over into your garden and cut your bushes AGAIN, it becomes very easy to march over to his house and tell him what you think.  There are however, possibly better conversation starters than ‘Will you please stop trimming my bush?’ 

• When you see Mrs Brown in the wine aisle at Tesco, you don’t have to start a ‘Mrs Brown, how are you?’ conversation.  Especially when Mrs Brown last saw you 32 years ago when you were one of over 20 children in her class.  For the record, Mrs Brown handled the situation admirably and amazingly, hasn’t changed a bit in that time.  I have a really soft spot for her as not only did she tell me that freckles made you beautiful when I wasn’t liking mine, but she let me name the class fish after my sisters when they were born :o)

This is what I looked like the last time Mrs Brown saw me. And those are the fish names after my sisters behind me!

• It can be quite amusing when the man from Orange calls you up with ‘amazing offers’ and you decide to play along.  This one went something like:

Him: How many of you are there in your house?

Me:  Me and Norman.

Him: Does Norman have a mobile?

Me: No, he doesn’t.

Him: Well we could offer Norman a really good deal on a handset due to your custom.

Me: You could?

Him:  Yes we could offer him <I can’t remember the details>.

Me: I don’t think Norman really wants a mobile thank you.

Him: He wont get a better deal anywhere else.

Me:  I’m sure he wont.  It’s just he’s missing the required opposable thumbs to make full use of the offer.

Him:  Sorry?

Me:  Norman is my cat.

Him: (wistfully) We could earn a lot of money if we could teach cats to use mobiles.

Credit where credit is due.  That was quite a good response.

He may not have opposable thumbs, but he does have the man gene required to take over more than his share of the sofa.

Anyway, I’m off for my weekend now.  Have a good one, all of you :o)