I’m sure most of you reading this are much younger than me? I’m far to old to be blogging, but you know what, I’m enjoying it.
I wrote in my first book Different?...You Have Always Been Different, that I thought most woman’s brains went on holiday for a few years during the menopause years. Very much like the brain fog you get from time to time when you have Multiple Sclerosis and of course I have been through both!
But I learnt many years ago to laugh at myself, let’s face it, if I hadn’t, I would have cried.
I have promised myself one day I will compile a book with all the daft stories I have collected from my friends over the years, all the daft things we have done while our brains have been away on holiday.
So lets all have a laugh and a giggle, especially on me.
Christmas time. yes, the night before Christmas.
I was in our kitchen making the marzipan to put on top of the Christmas cake and also the icing to decorate it. I decided to stop for a cup of tea. I had not long finished making a batch of mince pies and they were now nicely cooled. My father was still with us that particular Christmas and he loved my mince pies. I decided I would have a sit down and cup of tea and a newly made mince pie before I completed my task. I went to the tin I had put the warm mince pies into ready to take to my parents on Christmas day afternoon and got my self one out, than I put the kettle on to boil. When it was boiled I made myself a pot of tea. I left it for a few minutes to brew. Now for my cuppa. I poured the tea into my cup...but there was no tea...just hot water? I stood looking at the boiling water thinking to my self, what the heck? Where is the tea? I could remember taking the tea bag out of the box and putting it in the tea pot...I stood there scratching my head. I was sure I’d got the tea bag, so where was it. Something made me go to the kitchen bin... and there on the top was the tea bag! If the tea bag was in the bin...what was in the tea pot? ...so I lifted the lid and there to my shock and horror was the mince pie floating like a raft on the high sea. My hand went to my mouth and then I started to laugh... and I couldn’t stop.
So that was the Christmas I made a pot of tea with a mince pie.
Now that’s my story and in the next few days I’ll tell you a few of my friends and they are just as daft...I promise.