The latter part of the year was a mixed bag:
July: I went on a caravan holiday to the Kent coast with my parents.
August: I attended a naked baptism on the south coast and ultimately lost my virginity to Wilf in a boarding house.
September: I embarked on a [literal] dangerous liaison with Mr A in Brussels; I disappeared without trace for weeks, he's still missing.
October: Convalesnce.
November: I tried to return to everyday life by buying more M&S cardigans.
December: Christmas and New Year. I'm currently sitting here with Mrs Bennett, an elderly neigbour. She thinks I'm checking my stocks and shares as I type.
A blog about a strange forty-something woman who lives in the London suburbs, likes wearing acrylic and saving money.
Friday, 31 December 2010
Monday, 27 December 2010
Margaret's Christmas
My Christmas was a quiet one. Father decided to dress as an earthworm and spent some of the day crawling around the parquet flooring and the rest trying to make a plastercast mould of a trilobite. Mother burnt the Bernard Matthews turkey breast joint and decided to spend the rest of the day with her fancyman, so it was just me and Father left in the house. I cheered myself up by watching all of the John Nettles clips on YouTube. Life can be very strange at times, sometimes I hanker after a life with Mr A, who was rather exciting as well as being more than a little perverted.
Saturday, 18 December 2010
Margaret's review of 2010: part one - January - June
Well, there's a blizzard raging outside my window, so what better way to fill the time then by sitting back and taking stock of the previous year? (well, there's removing the gunk from the sanitary waste flow, but that'll have to wait...)
January: I purchased a new cut price calendar, two cardigans and one truss (for Father) in the January sales. I also insured the cat against fire, theft and extreme catnip reactions.
February: This is the month in which I turned 40. My celebratory dinner was a success until I got drunk. This almost never happens to me as I 'know my limits'.
April: Father's constant disapparances from the house were explained when he collapsed with a heart attack at a local 'massage parlour'. He made a swift recovery, but was banished to the spare room for an indefinate period.
May: I started 'stepping out' with Giles Henry Arbuthnot aka 'Mr A'. There were several incidents of him stroking my knitwear in inappropriate locations.
June: Mr A ended our relationship to pursue a romance with an EU colleague. I attended Mother's bowls club weekend in Devon to cheer myself up.
January: I purchased a new cut price calendar, two cardigans and one truss (for Father) in the January sales. I also insured the cat against fire, theft and extreme catnip reactions.
February: This is the month in which I turned 40. My celebratory dinner was a success until I got drunk. This almost never happens to me as I 'know my limits'.
April: Father's constant disapparances from the house were explained when he collapsed with a heart attack at a local 'massage parlour'. He made a swift recovery, but was banished to the spare room for an indefinate period.
May: I started 'stepping out' with Giles Henry Arbuthnot aka 'Mr A'. There were several incidents of him stroking my knitwear in inappropriate locations.
June: Mr A ended our relationship to pursue a romance with an EU colleague. I attended Mother's bowls club weekend in Devon to cheer myself up.
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