The title may be a bit misleading and if you are young and were not educated in the way of music by your parents I am probably about to baffle you even further.
You see, I only wish 'that all that glitters is gold', and if I could afford to 'buy' anything right now I wouldn't be writing this post - but now I nearly gave away the punch line.
The drugs are obviously working as I am actually beginning to get things done rather than spending weeks and months just fretting and guilting about them.
Saturday afternoon I painted the front door.
The last two evenings have found me making my way up my stairs backwards, on my bottom. No, I haven't fallen over again, cheeky.I have been painting the stairs. Like Rapunzel I am now stranded in my tower, anyone wanting to rescue me would have to come through the window.
As I painted my way to bed last night little girl came out of her bedroom to watch.
Her comment: 'ooh I like the stairs mummy', went down well.
The comment 'you look like a man mummy', was a little more perplexing.
Apparently I looked like a man because I was painting. Oh my.
Believe you me, if I could afford it or if I had one to hand, I would have got a man in!
Don't lynch me, it's not that I can't do it (obviously), I just would rather not.
Perhaps I best start reading Delusions of Gender
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