I've always been someone who hasn't been afraid to talk to myself.
A general muse over the way of the world, a quick discussion about politics over a cup of coffee, a long rant whilst having to negotiate the mothers run in the morning (ladies you give us all a bad name!), or some quiet reflection sitting on the toilet in a random bar after one to many rum and cokes. To be honest, I've had some of the best conversations with myself, I've made myself laugh until it hurts, I've seen things from a different perspective, I've made sense in an otherwise crazy world...
you see my problem yet?
Then, I began on my cat...it started in the morning before work when I was giving her her breakfast and before long it continued way into the night... I was happy, content, filled with fresh conversation...
She has begun to ignore me.
Recently I am convinced she has actually run to the back of the garden and disappeared over the wall when she has heard me coming home. She no longers wakes me up for breakfast, she doesn't want to lie with me in the garden. After weeks of verbal torture my little Geo has called it a day. I bore my cat.
And so, I find Blog :O), My new relationship with me. A wonderful chance to reflect, muse and rant under the belief that I am not talking to myself, hell no, thousands of others are out there begging for my wordly and knowledgable reports on everything, from why my ex boyfriend is finally finding it difficult to accept his mistake in loosing me, to why the suckers on the hooks for my bathroom towels never work, and my latest theory, why does the TV get louder after you turn out the light...hello Blog world, God I've needed you :O)