penneylaneonline for Saturday, September 29, 2007

Guylian and my friend Georgie have alot to answer for as I delicately dance my way round this perilously morish box of Belgium chocolates. Chocolate Sea Shells, titanic for the waistline but definitely not wasted on me! I'm not actually a chocolate lover to be honest but I've come to appreciate how a person could be. My other friend Sarah truly is a chocoholic. I just liked to watch her. She made it look like a divine experience and of course when you meet others of these chocolate-loving kind... Sign in to see full entry.

My friend Jase and I have interesting conversations most of the time. He's my go-to guy when I don't want to second guess a guy. I just want to know from the horse's mouth what a man thinks! So I have Jase. He's always careful to put a rider on his response i.e. "these are just my thoughts". The interesting thing is that he should have asked me what my exact thought was at the exact moment that he made that comment because he would have shook his head in disbelief (again!). So what was I... Sign in to see full entry.

The wind is playing havoc with hair, children's moods and my cat Molly. She's turned into a minx. Let me clarify. Instead of being a mild-mannered cat with decorum to boot, she's behaving as if she were a kitten half her age (3) and broken a piece of blue pottery that I had rather an affection for! Is she forgiven? No. Not just yet! Years ago I made a decision that people were more important than things. Why? Because things for the most part are replaceable. More or less. I've watched friends... Sign in to see full entry.

Across the road from where I live there's a local High School. It's a school attended by smart kids. Kids with high IQ's and equally high EQ's. It's playing fields run adjacent to my street and when the students are in class or finished for the day, it's quiet, green and has tennis courts and big open playing fields. It's landscaping is honest and practical, it's a pretty No-Mess Charlie kind of school. I like that about it. Sometimes when I catch myself gazing out across it's playing fields I'm... Sign in to see full entry.

When insomnia has me reaching for a thick book (or worse) making custard to eat with peaches in mango juice at midnight, I know in my experience it's really going to be a long day! So long infact that thinking of Bill Murray in Groundhog Day is a breeze by comparison because at least you can turn off the rerun! I do confess however to having seen 3 reruns! I don't know when or where I developed this hate/hate relationship with insomnia, it just knocked on my door one day and became a squatter-in... Sign in to see full entry.

Making friends has never really been a problem for me. I was an early starter. It began my mother said, with the 4 to 6-legged kind and ended up with your run-of-the-mill human bi-ped that had an appetite to rival even the hungriest Hereford calf I brought home. My mother, well she preferred the cattle beast because they at least had the decorum to masticate with their mouth closed. I think it's easier to make friends when you're young because you don't so much 'make' them as 'collect' them... Sign in to see full entry.

It's your average 'no-ego-in-the-way' kind of person who'll just 'fess up when they know they're wrong or have been wrong about a thing. Right? Well, maybe! Why? Because no-one wants to admit they got a thing wrong, particularly in front of their peers. Well, not someone who wants to stay "in". I have so many problems with this kind of wonky thinking on lots of levels (and it would be fair to say I'm no shrinking violet either when it comes to putting my hand up when it counts). I find solace in... Sign in to see full entry.