What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?
If I’ve ever had any surreal experiences, I don’t remember them.
However there are several completely trivial and overwhelmingly mundane experiences that I HATE, and will avoid where possible because they BORE THE SOCKS OFF ME: making pastry (although it turns out it’s one of my better talents), crumbing anything, but particularly brains, and above all, cutting my nails.
Why is that the worst? Because while I haven’t crumbed anything for years (let alone brains), and now only make pastry on request, cutting my nails comes around so often I have to wonder whether it’s one of those little jokes the gods play: make ‘em grow like weeds, chaps, so we can have a laugh watching her procrastinate until she can’t type straight. And no, I don’t have manicures and pedicures (or should I say manis and pedis?). Beauty routines are for the beautiful. And probably rich.
So why am I telling you this? Because I got to the ‘can’t type straight’ stage, and since I had to stop what I was doing to deal with it, it seemed a good opportunity to stick my head above the trenches and apologise for being uncommunicative and unresponsive for so long.
Obsessed in fact. Or possibly possessed.
Anything of mine that’s popped up lately is a recycle job.
Doesn’t mean I don’t love you.
Take care, be well.