I Googled Myself...

...well...its not as pretentious as it sounds...I was actually googling someone else and then I got to thinking what would come up if I googled me and what came up? Eyes left...Devourer Of Men indeed...if only!!!

Could be the slight inflection: MessaLINA versus MessaLANA...what a difference an A makes!!!

For Sale...no longer

By Jove...I've done it...exactly one year after placing on the market I have received an offer, which I was relieved to accept and now I have to vacate the premises in six weeks!!!

I am experiencing feelings of displacement... after all...I have been here 13 years...can say I grew up here...well...not really as I was ever so grown up in the first place!!!

But I digress...I have found a property to buy! WHAT? Is this not called the repatriation of what's her name? Yes! but we are now on to Plan B as we have accepted a permanent job...so we need somewhere to live!!! AND the new place is fab...HUGE and opposite a park...only thing...there has been no decoration since 1973, and although this suits my purpose perfectly, it will be weeks (9) before I can move in. It needs to be stripped bare, not to mention the knocking down of the odd wall or two...WATCH THIS SPACE!!!

Old Hag Syndrome...

Not the kind that has you waking unable to breathe...an oppressive weight on your chest and the sense of an evil presence in the room...NO!!!

I'm talking the groaning every time you rise, the involuntary slips of things your Granny used to say...the effort to exercise... socialize...actualize...the constant diatribe about the weather...forgetting what you were saying before you finish the sentence...wanting to write a letter about EVERYTHING and not being asked to do much...are these the times regrets are made of???