Monday, November 22, 2010

My car locks itself when I pull away, and remains locked until I open the door.  Good thing, in Govan Road at 6.45 pm.  I pulled in to change a CD - next thing I knew, an old man was trying to get in.  Repeatedly.

Shouting, "NO, go away, I'm not a taxi" made no difference at all.  Luckily he let go when I drove away.

I feel mildly traumatised!   He's probably still wondering why the taxi-driver was so rude as to drive off.  If he wasn't smashed out of his face at the time.  I didn't stop to check.

Monday, November 01, 2010

Pseudosupermum has concluded that she wasn't cut out for parenthood. I keep getting things wrong.  I had a fantasy that one day my adult offspring would look forward to coming home to visit me.

Not the way things are going, they won't. They'll just run a mile and never return.  It doesn't make sense - you do a hundred little NICE things every day, put yourself out, try to be helpful - and do they appreciate it?  No.

Someone shoot me!