Tag Archives: daftness
Still not nailing the adulting thing
Two weeks ago I walked in to a lamp post. I was just minding my own business, looking up across the green to the top of the hill to see if I could see which was our house, and it … Continue reading
My daftness match
Between me and Himself I reckon most people think he is the sensible one and I’m the daft one. I thought it to start with too. Not so much these days though. First this week we had the incident with … Continue reading
Parties and planning
This weekend we have mostly done things for Mummy W’s big birthday and it’s been fun. There was planning involved – quite a bit of it. The most surreal part was when Dad asked me a month or so ago … Continue reading
Table for two?
It’s often a bit of an effort to raise a smile first thing on a Monday morning, isn’t it? Yesterday morning was different: I got the giggles before 8am. A month or so back, for no apparent reason, one an area … Continue reading
Necklaces and noodles
You know that phrase ‘dress for the job you want, not the job you have’? Well, I’m rubbish at it. Today I have been dressed in tracksuit bottoms, slippers and a snugly warm top, accessorised with a few soup stains. … Continue reading
Daftness. Just because.
I nearly forgot how fun it can be to do something daft, just because you can. A few weeks ago I worked on something for the company intranet. It wasn’t terribly creative, but it was seen as pretty different from … Continue reading
Holiday daftness
Tonight as we walked to the local taverna, I said I’d buy and write some postcards after dinner. ‘Don’t buy any stamps’ dad said ‘I have three with me.’ Last year I bought postcards, added stamps and before I wrote … Continue reading
The daftness gene
You know how sometimes, just occasionally, I come across as a bit daft? Well, I’ve come to the conclusion that there is, in fact, a daftness gene. And it definitely runs in my family. I even have photographic evidence: Here … Continue reading
Not thinking things through
You may have realised by now that I don’t always think thinks through. Like this Sunday when I walked into my bedroom and did a high pitched squeal as I discovered a dead body part way under my bed. If … Continue reading
A week of chaos
I promise that (unfortunately) none of what you’re about to read is made up. It never is – I lack the imagination – but it may all sound a bit farfetched. It’s actually just my life. So, this week has … Continue reading
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