Women of certain age who get to the top of the stairs, and forget why they are there.
hello - it was your blog title that drew me to you because I had a 'moment' this morning. Let us just say that my car is now stuck outside a French supermarket with my bag and keys locked inside it. The locksmith had to come to my house after a neighbour responded to my tearful phone call from the supermarket and brought be back home (hubby is in the UK and not back till this evening).Bloody menopause!
I know the feeling so well. I woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed a patch of hair that was sticking up, couldn`t be bothered to wash it, so I put in a large pink roller, sprayed with laquer. The idea being that my flyaway bit would have calmed down by the time I left the house. Sat on the bus, you guessed, with roller in place. The amount of women on the bus and from those not one of them alerted me. As I stepped off the bus, a MAN asked "Are you aware that there is a curler in your hair?" I felt like snapping "Of course I`m not, I`m bloody menopausal!!" But I politely thanked him and took it out. Don`t worry pet, we`re all at it.
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