Strange times. Must be something in the water, or perhaps we are all just getting old and our lives are just getting more and more complicated and odd.
Lots of friends are going through stuff. One girlfriend has just had a nipple transplant. Thats not something you’d be prepared for is it? I used to have a recurring dream about my nipple falling off when I was breast feeding. Perhaps it was meant for her. We are all keeping our fingers crossed it’s going to work. Apparently leeches might have helped keep the blood flow going, although that really is the stuff of nightmares.
Another friend (divorced) has made a spectacularly bad discovery about her boyfriend. Details not reasonable at present whilst she decides what to do.
Another friend is worried about her husband’s hearing – concerned it might be due to a brain tumour – I sent her a text saying “it’s wax, not a brain tumour” but inadvertently sent it to a male client instead who was then immensely concerned that I was trying to tell him something awful.
Another friend is drinking too much. In fact a few of us them are. I noticed an article in the paper the other day about just that. About how it is now middle aged women going through relationship traumas who are responsible for most of the drink driving statistics. Well. I am not surprised. The police are trying to work out the best approach to how to approach this group. Giving them fines or sending them on anger management courses may well not work, might make them feel worse. Hmm. What about sending us them all off to Ibiza together to get their misery out of their system and then hire a mini bus to get them all safely home?
In addition I have noticed that a lot of my married male men have gone overly mad with sport. Why is that? They are all bulking up and running marathons and triathlons and duathlons and are buying bikes and heart monitors and have become obsessed with entering competitions and winning. What is all that about? Midlife crisis? Mortality panic? Just a desire to feel fit again? Be attractive to their partners? If that is the case then why is it only Builder Bloke who wanders around with a beer belly and a can of lager telling all the blokes they look FAR too thin and stressed and are clearly miserable. He did a bizarre announce he thought he should be a counsellor last night and when I pointed out he’d be rubbish and loads of people would end up topping themselves he said “well if they’re going to do that it’s best if they just get on with it and don’t bore everyone stupid for hours”. You see? My point exactly.
We went to The Derby yesterday and hung out on the Espom Downs. What an experience that was. I kept wanting to climb over the fence into the exclusive enclosure but BB wouldn’t let me. Initially the experience was terrifying. PACKED with people. Oozing flesh. However, after several drinks I changed my mind and decided that it was the place to be. Our kids loved it, placing bets with our help. We all won money on “Pour Moi” thanks to BB’s top tip. Very exciting. Dress code for future reference was “anything goes”.
English Mum
June 5, 2011There’s an awful lot of bottom pictures there – I’m not saying anything.
Family Affairs
June 5, 2011I know. I had a bottom obsessive moment Lx
Expat Mum
June 5, 2011Oh my lord. The circles you move in!
Family Affairs
June 5, 2011I KNOW!! Lx
kelloggsville
June 5, 2011BB has a jolly good point about the suicide wanna bes. Had a similar discussion with hubby tonight about a friend who has had 3 failed suicide attempts. We decided if they felt like a failure before, then they damn well ought to now. Those photos are dreadful, should there be some sort of charity that provides mirrors for those people without one?!
English Mum
June 7, 2011…and who’s been writing on that man in biro? Not on, really.
Shiny
June 8, 2011Oh, how I laughed at all the bum pictures. My 9-year old boy brain rears his head again x