A deafening silence
January 4, 2008 – 5:29 pm by CathYup, that’s what’s been coming from my blog for the last few weeks. Thanks to the pre-Christmas pandemonium, the joy of pre-natal backache and the fact that I’ve been living a rather dull festive existence I thought better than to bore you all with what I’ve (not) been up to.
Yet while the tumbleweed has been blowing through my life it, at least, hasn’t been blowing through my brain. As ever the Janes noggin is busting with rantitude and, if you’ll permit me, I’ll treat you to a bit of it right now.
Let’s start with the two blokes who are currently inhabiting my spare bedroom/ soon-to-be-nursery while parading as carpet fitters. On second thoughts, lets agree that there are two blokes and a small herd of stampeding rhino up there instead. I’m suprised that you can’t hear them through the vibrations in your mouse. All I wanted was a roll of underlay and a shag pile to show the baby that her new parents aren’t as utterly useless as they look. Instead I’ve got chunks of plaster decsending from the ceiling above my head and the dawning realisation that they are knocking craters out of the nursery floor.
Add this to the fact that one of them thinks he’s on the X Factor (and by that I mean he is runt like and squealing lyrics that even the dire Westlife would reject) and it’s a good thing that I’m finally on maternity leave. If I had to work through this chaos I’d have impaled myself on a pencil by now. God knows, it’s bleak enough when I’m trying to blog.