I'm sure it feels like the whole world is out to get at your country - been there, done that, try coming from South Africa not that long since Saffers abroad on holiday would pretend to be Australian or NZ rather than have pointless endless arguments with total strangers.
Even a week ago I said to someone I was from there and they said 'I would play that down if I were you'. That sort of comment makes me want to leap on a chair and sing "Die Stem" (the old national anthem before Nkosi Sikelele) at the top of my cracked and warbling voice.
Molly, you've definitely got a better internet connection
Next 10 days here - sunny with partial occasional cloud, average high 13 degrees, average low overnight 3 degrees Next 10 days Cork - completely overcast with occasional rain, average high 11 degrees, average low overnight 9 degrees.
Oh please can I come stay with you? I hate sunshine, some nice blanket cloud is much cosier
Finally found my pics from the meet in September and was delighted to spot a blurred one! (That IS what happens when you sit near Molly, you know. The whole world picks up speed)
We did look gorgeous as we were released from our prison but some numpty would always target the gorgeously-tanned schoolgirl with the long silky mysteriously shadowed hair and push her in the nearest swimming pool.
What emerged was peely-wally white with frizzy uncoloured hair.
and sometimes the potash crystals hadn't dissolved properly and we had black marks on our situpons.
I tried henna once when I was in my 20s. No effect whatsoever on my hair but my hands and the basin stayed stained for quite a long time.
In my boarding school days we would rinse our hair with either gentian violet (purple) or mercurochrome (red) for our fortnightly exeants. We also ironed our hair and bathed in permangonate of potash to turn brown.
That works out PERFECTLY you can move into my place in September and I will rush off to the queue in Ireland and walk your dogs and water your plants -
Seriously, it was such an ordeal? I've never actually had to deal with a queue of men.
Ever tried speedating? My daughter went for a laugh once and said it was interesting. The idea curled me up a bit, my type of fascination needs a little longer to take hold
What, to be matched to a lovely Irishman? Oh aye. That'll be handy.
But still, ask him when you go for your appointment if he has anyone very good at DIY who wants to move to Spain, has the Irish gift of the gab, is tireless, and hankering for a paint-freckled ex Saffer with some Scottishisms who can't yet speak Spanish. Oh, right, he should speak Spanish. That's a big plus.
Or Africa and start a bidding war as people bid for your favours in cattle?
It would be way easier if someone else did all the difficult matching work and reference checking and stuff, then just introduced the two of you, showed you into a room, and locked the door for 6 hours. When they re-open the door you can zoom off in different directions or saunter out hand-in-hand -
I put a reply here at the time, it must have been a snorter because it crashed my computer (which happens depressingly often here in Spain ) and I never realized it hadn't posted
Happy birthday Nikki and hang in there, you have 40 years and more ahead of you to love, laugh, cry, rage, rant, break your heart and find your dreams. It's going to be pretty packed
Nonsmoker, lubs you even though you need your eyesight checked, I am about to go be lavish on your blog since I am not only an idiot, I am a gullible idiot.
Yes totally a numbers game and the One not only has to be the One they have to be a ten, right? tick every box and be, if not perfect, perfect for you
I must be delirious. So many emojis this early in the morning.
we talk too much
Won't.they can kiss me, and me them, without adding any words
Hi happy Mappy