Told you so

There is nothing more galling when your mother is right. I lie. It is galling beyond belief when Aashish is right. Twice. What Shakespearean foible is it that makes someone who knows you better than anyone else and someone you're likely to kill the same person? I'm fairly certain that I have mentioned elsewhere on this blog that my stupidity knows no bounds. Having the female parent resoundingly endorse it makes it even less palatable. But she's right. I really should learn to listen to the man. Or perhaps confine my adrenalin junkie tendencies to the likes of white water rafting on the Zambezi and abseiling down the canyons at Victoria Falls. Or, I could studiously work at eradicating my drama queen tendencies. Given that I hung up on Mim the last time we spoke because she was in full melodrama mode, something tells me that's not going to be so easy. Plan A. Listen to they who are always ****ing right.

Incidentally, these days women read 'romance' novels for pornographic content (and I am shocked I tell you by the proliferation of threesomes in the midst of all the love). I also need to get my Catholics praying for the pound sterling to steady so I fall by the Enron route.....