Late September

Late September.....
It is school holidays and my perfect child has since turned 15. I left her at home whilst I went to work and feeling very much under the weather, left her with jobs to do. Perhaps I wasn't clear, although I do remember ringing and discussing not crashing the vacuum cleaner against the wall when cleaning. I arrived home over 9 hours later, expecting to see something.... anything that looked like an attempt to even try to contribute.

I was disappointed.

She was due to go away for a few days about an hour from when I got home. What could I say? "My gosh, your straightened hair looks shiny and beautiful. i also see you have had time to paint your nails, looking great, that shade of black is the real you. Oh, and I forgot to mention this new look with the make up is something quite special."


NO as always, I took the easy path and said NOTHING. Please believe me..... it is coming, oh Lord, I can feel it on the tips of my fingers, the end of my tongue and in my oh so needed accelerator foot.

Every dog has its day........