Slippery Showers in Slow Motion!

 

One thing that always cheers me up is my besties and because they’re not within reach at the moment I have no choice but to have a little wander down memory lane. This is one memory that I’ll never forget and always makes me laugh!

This one time in Scout camp, Esmeralda and I decided that our baby wipe showers were only truly effective for a day or two. It was now day four and we had to brave the communal showers. Yes, communal! Now that might be no big deal for some people but I’ve never ever had to share my shower with anybody. My mother threw us all into the same bath when we were very young, but that’s different.

After several cups of coffee and faffing around for a couple of hours, we gathered ourselves and started walking. We ploughed through the gutters in our wellies and matching anoraks with our toiletries and fluffy towels in 2 Lidl bags.

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Tasheenga Attempts #NaNo

Yes, I’ve been quiet for a while. Been busy doing stuff. But mostly I’ve been preparing for NaNoWriMo 2017. Gathering my notes and trying to get ahead with other things like housework. Get ahead with housework? I forgot that ain’t possible!

When I took on the task of writing 50,000 words during the month of November, I forgot about that thing called ‘life’. Family responsibilities, health issues and friends coming for the weekend (I’ll talk about them in a minute).

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Meet Shirley & Terence – My New Neighbours

A couple of months ago, I told you about My Perfect New Neighbour (to be).  

So, who has been blessed with the privilege of living next door to moi? It’s the woman who sat in her car eating a family-size chocolate bar. Her name is Shirley and her husband is Terence. Aren’t they the lucky ones! Are we lucky to be living next door to them though? That is the question!

My dream neighbour specification; Someone friendly, quiet, my age, has one child aged six, wants to join a writing group, likes to go chéile dancing, likes to go for walks (on my terms), enjoys the occasional glass of wine and Guinness, listens to André Rieu, understands good ole Irish banter & sarcasm, and knows how to boil the kettle properly.

Did I get my dream neighbour? No, of course not. 

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