The mood has much improved , post pride blues and other stuff seems to have cleared up. On Tuesday I was vowing 2 things. Never to be best mates with a straight bloke and not to get close to people who are leaving the country at any stage. However, conversations were had and things have improved ever so slightly. Meaning I’m not a grouch any more. I’m a Leo, if I’m in a bad mood, I can’t be drawing attentiont to myself and how fabulous I am. * flicks hair * I am a responsible adult and parent allegdely. Sometimes, I’d prefer to be just Shelly. I think I spend much too much time
thinking about things and less of the doing. I run through every scenario possible and then I get tired. I blame my mother. Watch me get struck down by lightning. Or a metorite, much more her style.

Speaking of the fabulous mother, I had the strangest situation at Pride on Saturday. I never march, its not that I am making a huge political statement by not marching, its just that I don’t want to. I like to stand on the sidelines and absorb the carnival atmosphere. I had wandered up to the garden of rememberence to see how the drummers were getting on and what the atmosphere was like. The team had everything under control so I sauntered back down to O’Connell Street and waited by the spire for it to arrive. It was my first Pride by myself. Normally, Mammy2 would be standing with me, or the sisters. But the sisters were marching and Mammy2 was sick. This woman appeared from nowhere with bags of shopping and just stood next to me. Chatting the odd time. About the weather and the parade and whether it would go ahead if it rained. I told her we’d party regardless. She reminded me so much of Mam. It was scary. A few of the people from my website came along and I was chatting to them. She joined in the conversation the odd time and then she just disappeared. Okay, so I sound like a complete nutter but I am convinced it was Mam. If I had smelt Tweed , I would have had a new hairstyle for the day. I miss my mammy so much.

The kids first week as a 17 old seems to be boding well. There was a random bout of cleaning. Unsolicited with no asking for pocket money. I fear she may be up to no good. How bad is that though? She does a nice thing and I suspect her of ulterior motives? She got 2 lovely new t-shirts for her birthday with a voucher someone gave her. They started out with a fair bit of material. I arrived in yesterday and they are just about covering her chest. Thank for the lord for small mercies.

Mammy2 is slowly recovering. She’s exhuasted all the time now though, apparently it takes months to get over glandular fever. Between that and losing her wedding ring, she’s been through the mill poor thing.

We are off to Holland next week to see the sister. It’ll be great to visit Holland again, I haven’t been since we were on holidays there years ago. The break will be nice but I’ll be offline. For 5 days. Although the sister has a pc. I might be allowed play for a while. Who knows The weather is supposed to be 28 degrees over there at the mo. I’ve nothing planned to do whilst over there but I am toying with the idea of bringing the kid to Amsterdam. I fear I may lose her to one of the many coffee shops though. Can you imagine. 17 and in Amsterdam. It would be good for her to see the city though, despite its stereotypical draws like the coffee shops and the red light district, it is a beautiful city.

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