Cough, splutter, gasp, cough, cough, cough, sneeze, gasp, groan.......
I have crawled through the day at school and am now as sick as a parrot. I have been asleep on that couch since I managed to flop onto it. I even slept through the new CSI episode and I actually don't care. My head is trying to detach itself from my shoulders and I am off to bed in a sec.
I just stopped in to say that I am delighted so many of you have asked me questions, and as soon as the world stops heaving from left to right in an out of body way, I will be answering them. My mother even phoned to ask which one I was doing first. She is as intrigued with them as I am.
And just so you are thoroughly amused......
I took David to go and have our passport photos taken yesterday. His was stunning. Me?? Oh. My. Sainted. Aunt. I looked at it and thought, oh I can't be bothered. It will do. And then my friends looked at it and had a hard time keeping a straight face. And then, I took it to work. Well, when the friends there had stopped laughing and wiped the tears away, they said that I looked 298 years old. And as though I had had a stroke. All that was missing was the dribble. Hmmmm. I said "So I am guessing here that you guys think I need to go and get another one then???" They all sat there and nodded before they fell about again.
So I did. Me. All sick and weak and feeble. It was worse. The man at the post office laughed. And said they may call to verify it is really me. I looked at him as though he had 3 heads, and said " Please tell me WHY anyone would try to send this photo if they were trying to assume anyone's identity??" He agreed that I could have a point.
I have a future on Crime Watch it seems. And who is the IDIOT who decided that we could no longer smile in our passport photos????? Twisted stern faces. I look devastating. And every passport official in the world is going to think I am evil.
Enough. I can hear my head. My pillow is calling.