Mummyfried

Yesterday I walked into the office, looked at my desk and found a little package of love… just for me! A lovely colleague surprised me by bringing in a packed lunch. She had prepared a delicious lentil salad accompanied by a little bag of walnuts and two apricots, I was so moved - that I teared. To sound a little weary and ‘woe is me’ it’s been a long time since somebody actually did something nice for me for no apparent reason. I actually forgot how much joy a person can bring, just by thinking of someone else.   It brings light on a dark day, warmth to a cold world,   hope when it’s all gone.   This little act changed my day so much so that in addition to the tear and smile, it bought me a change in a mood where I actually left work happy and exhausted, not just exhausted. Last week, I bought my baby a new pair of leggings and a t-shirt. When I presented them to her, worried that she wouldn’t like them, she hugged me tightly and said ‘Mummy when did find the time

I am told I write funny. I don’t know if that means I write with a funny tone, or that my writing style is wrong. Being a Sagittarian – I will go with what has been said at face value… I assume that I am funny i.e. entertaining, witty & make people laugh. Truth is, I am human, not a literary robot that sticks to grammar rules. I am someone that feels, write, and experiences many a time (don’t go there visually) written or typed diarrhea. When on a roll, I don’t stop. I love to write, want to write and get paid to write.    For this to take place, I must write (obviously). I have tried and tried again to pick this up – and not let the mundane get in the way of writing, but it has happened.    So once again, like a sold-out rocker but not old, and not a rocker…and hopefully not sold out, I am back...   (I hope)