so far so so-so

That I'm too lazy to respond to memes that require more than 3 paragraphs...

No really...

Zzzzzzzzz...

My large chest measurement gave me nothing but anxiety, shame and regret from a young age, and awkwardly still does...

Honestly, it's taken almost a lifetime and I'm just getting over them ...

I'm not anti-men by any means, but these boobs have defined me for so long...

And men have been crass about them and my sexuality since I was 11 because of them...

The upside was that I had such a clear-shot on life, I knew I was going to end up with a good'n or die as an old maid in the attempt...

EDIT : When I say old maid I don't mean ... not that there's a problem with that...

I meant really pissed off and living with a house full of goats or summat...

Moving on....

This is a lovely painting by Monet...,

(This is why the local art galleries won't hire me !)

Four hours out of my life...

I've suggested that these annual female family get-togethers should be team-building exercises ...

When they come to me next year they can build a sodding raft...

My cousin bought this flat-pack lampshade at Copenhagen airport 2 years ago and it had been lying in it's box ever since...

Someone had to do it...

The flat-pack Norm...

What a lovely concept ! ( a bit like life, really )...

It made a great hat...

Do you remember the old primary-school playground game 'They look dead' where children psyche themselves into a state of being able to raise an inert body off the floor with the power of their fingertips...

Is it my imagination or did we actually do it ? We did didn't we ?...

And where you could pull somebody back by an invisible thread from between their shoulder blades ?

And later, in teen-shire, the ouija-board scare fests in dark bedrooms ...

(There was a time when you could buy ouija boards at all good toyshops. My mum bought me one and a set of tarot cards, presumably in the hope that I would turn out to be less cynical)...

She was well into all of that (and hypnotic-regression) for a few years between reinventing herself between The Express and The Telegraph and tried to drag me in...

Very dangerous and damaging no doubt...

*tsks*

Lordy, fun though !

Nowadays a kid's idea of 'psyche' is to offer you a handshake then thumb their nose or smack you in the face with a baseball-bat...

Innocence lost...

*sighs*