Star of the Airwaves...
....possibly!
Following in the esteemed ScarletDemon's footsteps I might appear on National Radio this week. Of course I won't be as funny as Scarlet, but never the less I feel a sense of achievement. I was listening to a programme, Questions Questions, where people write/phone/email questions and others respond with the answers. The questions are about strange things like why our hair changes colour from when we are babies etc etc. and I sent in an answer to a question about whether we get shorter during the day, in the form of an anecdote about a friend. So the researcher rang me back and I recorded the story. If it appears it will be on Thursday afternoon at 3pm GMT, and you can listen on the net...if you want...or you might be too busy trimming the carpet with nail scissors...or whatever...blush. I rather hope I sound drily witty in an attractive and interesting way, but suspect I just sound like someone telling a story that would be hilarious after 17 pints of Carling Black Label but isn't really otherwise. Come to think of it, it was after lunch on Friday so may the researcher had had 17 pints of CBL - she kept saying it was a cute story.
So that's the highlight of my week - it's school holidays and I'm sitting here looking very glamourous in tatty combat trousers and sweater, but with a quantity of make-up that would make a Las Vegas Showgirl look understated - my 7 year old daughter and I have done each other's make up :-)) I spent the morning doing science experiments with No. 1 Son - these involved a lot of bicarbonate of soda and vinegar which he found incredibly thrilling - all over the kitchen sink. We have a new rule - you can do whatever you want as long as you clear up the mess afterwards, and it's working so far. The only thing left out are two hardboil eggs being turned into rubber eggs by soaking them in vinegar - I'll let you know.
Son is now upstairs drumming along to The Darkness tracks using a drumkit he made himself from a couple of plastic crates and a dustbin lid. It's a bit like having a permanent external migraine - but I think he's very talented, and when he's a star playing Wembley Stadium I'll make a fortune selling the autograph he has given me.
Following in the esteemed ScarletDemon's footsteps I might appear on National Radio this week. Of course I won't be as funny as Scarlet, but never the less I feel a sense of achievement. I was listening to a programme, Questions Questions, where people write/phone/email questions and others respond with the answers. The questions are about strange things like why our hair changes colour from when we are babies etc etc. and I sent in an answer to a question about whether we get shorter during the day, in the form of an anecdote about a friend. So the researcher rang me back and I recorded the story. If it appears it will be on Thursday afternoon at 3pm GMT, and you can listen on the net...if you want...or you might be too busy trimming the carpet with nail scissors...or whatever...blush. I rather hope I sound drily witty in an attractive and interesting way, but suspect I just sound like someone telling a story that would be hilarious after 17 pints of Carling Black Label but isn't really otherwise. Come to think of it, it was after lunch on Friday so may the researcher had had 17 pints of CBL - she kept saying it was a cute story.
So that's the highlight of my week - it's school holidays and I'm sitting here looking very glamourous in tatty combat trousers and sweater, but with a quantity of make-up that would make a Las Vegas Showgirl look understated - my 7 year old daughter and I have done each other's make up :-)) I spent the morning doing science experiments with No. 1 Son - these involved a lot of bicarbonate of soda and vinegar which he found incredibly thrilling - all over the kitchen sink. We have a new rule - you can do whatever you want as long as you clear up the mess afterwards, and it's working so far. The only thing left out are two hardboil eggs being turned into rubber eggs by soaking them in vinegar - I'll let you know.
Son is now upstairs drumming along to The Darkness tracks using a drumkit he made himself from a couple of plastic crates and a dustbin lid. It's a bit like having a permanent external migraine - but I think he's very talented, and when he's a star playing Wembley Stadium I'll make a fortune selling the autograph he has given me.