I am in semi-hermit mode at the moment. I know I should be writing things for your delectation, but somehow the muse is not descending. Rather than have you all staring at a blank blog for days on end, I will share with you something from a conversation I just had with my lovely mother (Curly Durly).
The conversation worked it’s way round to dating, men and prospective son-in-laws as these conversations can do. I think I’ve already established elsewhere that my family aren’t exactly run-of-the-mill. Curly Durly tends to take it to the next level, especially when trying to convince her ever loving daughter to get out of the house and live a little…
Comment number one that had me in hysterics:
“Who cares what he looks like darling? He could be dynamite between the sheets!”
A gem which was rapidly followed by her exhorting me to, quite simply, sleep around some more:
“But window shopping is the most fun! And you just have to try before you buy!”
My mother, ladies and gentlemen. It’s amazing I turned out as respectable as I did.