MY MIND IS A BLANK ...

...Or, ................?

Do you know what?  I can't think of anything to say. 

Not just 'I can't think of anything to blog about,' but I have been struggling with random and occasional words for a few days now. 

Today, for example, I was talking to the dog and I said,

 

'We need to wipe your feet because...'

 

and then words failed me. 

 

We looked at each other, the dog and I, and a moment of mutual understanding passed between us.  She realised that I had been attempting to express that -unwiped - her fluffy,wet dog feet would poddle rain all through the house.  And I realised that she, of course, was wondering where her next piece of cheese was coming from.

INFAMOUS...AND DERREN BROWN...

Ahoy!  Not sure why I'm channeling Sailor Speak there, but it's a nice sunny day and that kind of larky, jolly greeting seems somehow appropriate.

I can't help thinking he may be laughing at me

Soooooo, what's been happening, I hear you ask?  Well, I am able to tell you, adored reader, that I did just over a week ago see one of my actual Heroes in actual Real Life. 

Oh yes. I am still basking in the afterglow of the wonderfulness that was seeing...

 

Mr Derren Brown

 

 

IN  THE  FLESH!

 

Actually I can no longer use that phrase with the abandon I did on the days leading up to my visit to The Theatre to watch Mr B.  It seems I greatly disturbed Daughter Aged 10 with my constant reference to 'the flesh'.

 

ON DISCOVERING THE DISHWASHER IS BROKEN...

...Or, What a load of Bologs

Sooooooo, it was Sunday morning and the only day of the week when we get a lie-in. 
Feeling rested and refreshed, Mr W got up and offered to make everyone a cooked breakfast.  I took the opportunity to have a lovely bath.

I love the smell of a lovely bath.  Can't have too many products in the bath water because I have the Skin of  a Princess; but the odd splash of a baby product, coupled with the smell of what I can only assume is chlorine, and my nostrils are happy.

There are two smells finer than that of a lovely bath.  One is the smell of a cooked breakfast, and the other is the smell of a cooked breakfast that someone else has cooked.

EASTER STUFF ...

...Or, The Lasting Last Supper

Daughter Aged 10's school has a homework system called Learning Logs.  They are encouraged to produce some work at home (not called home work anymore, as that apparently sounds negative.  Frankly, I think getting used to negative words is no bad thing - otherwise the little darlings won't know what's hit them when phrases like 'final demand', 'car insurance' and 'dusting' are bandied at them).  But what, as I often ask, do I know?

Anyway, it's quite funky as they can let their imaginations run riot.  Our girl is a fan of the PowerPoint presentation.  I, on the other hand, am gagging for the day she presents her learning log using the medium of Interpretive Dance.

AN EASTER CONFESSION...

...Or, My Name's Kate and I Have a Secret Stash of Cadbury's Creme Eggs

There.  It's out there.  I have shared.  I've been struggling with the guilt for toooo long and now I thank you for listening :-)


I have a Secret Stash of Cadbury's Creme eggs and I don't know how it happened (I do).

I blame Tesco; they were doing them on special offer - BOGOF* or something similar (but perhaps less aggressive sounding).  It may have even been Better Than Half Price, or Buy One Get One Half Price.   Or, just possibly, Buy One Get One Full Price...