| Ditsy Event of the day |
| Tuesday, February 27, 2007 |
This is not the first ditsy event for the year, despite the fact that it's the first one I've posted about. This is because I'm testing out the theory that if I say I'm ditsy will I be more ditsy? But quite obviously I'm wasting my time being all psychological, because I did something ditsy any way.
So friends of mine are holding a barbeque birthday party in the park across the road from their house. They have invited lots of people including their neighbours. After a few glasses of champers (and I'm not blaming this on the alcohol) I need to go to the loo/visit the smallest room in the house. So I cross the road and head towards my friends' house, which is in a row of three pretty much identical houses (and I'm not blaming this on the fact that they all look the same). I'm inside the house and walking up the stairs. I'm preoccupied thinking about how I am going to ask one of the children who was watching videos come play cricket in the park.
Then a voice says "oh oh..."
I don't think much of it because it's one of the neighbours at the barbeque.
There are kids there but I can't see the one I was going to ask to play cricket.
All of a sudden I realise that the place looks rather different than what I remember. (and I'm not blaming this on the fact that I haven't been to my friends' house much - because I have been there... a lot)
Yes, I've actually entered the neighbour's house.
Blush. (Although I did contemplate asking whether I could use their bathroom, after all I knew whereabouts it would be, and by then I was just short of bursting)Labels: ditsy event of the day |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 9:58 AM |
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| In desperate search of the housewife within |
| Thursday, February 08, 2007 |
I have never ever had housewiferly aspirations but there are just some things I'd like to be good at - but sadly, am not.
1. I can't get stains out of clothes. Yes, you may send advice, but nothing works for me. Maybe I should just stop dropping things down me (I dropped so much coffee down me in a slash mag interview with Kylie Minogue once, she asked me 'are you right there?')
2. I can't for the life of me iron anything so it has no creases in it. I just want to ring my mum to come to do it for me. She's a whizz at ironing. Of course, I've managed to avoid gaining this skill despite doing my housekeeping badge in the Brownies (which everyone had to do, I'm sure just so Brown Owl could get her housework done)
3. I can't make good mashed potato. No matter how hard I try, it just has lumps in it :( |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 7:53 PM |
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| The natural law of boasting |
| Monday, February 05, 2007 |
The natural law of boasting is that if you boast about a thing, something immediately goes wrong with the thing you boasted about.
Case in point - The other day I was boasting about a dress I have had for ten years that people still comment on when I wear it. Only then, of course, I tore a small hole at the back. Not so bad, thinks I, I will sew it up (I'm not much of a sewer but I'll do anything to save a good dress) But I didn't get the needle out quick enough, and now the dress has several ladders in every direction - no amount of professional sewing can save that, let alone my dodgy needlework.Labels: my weird theories |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 3:03 PM |
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| Not THOSE koala ears oh dear |
| Friday, February 02, 2007 |
| So I was telling a trainer at the gym about my koala ears, and sadly he thought I was talking about my real ears (which I actually like) and he says 'oh well they are not that bad'. Now I'm wondering what's wrong with my ears. Though my left ear did once do some modelling for a newspaper advertisement for a sound-system selling company ... so it can't be all that bad. Yes, when I was younger I was a model. Wink Labels: hair |
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