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Bring on the New Year!
I had the best of intentions to write a round up of 2011, but really? I was off at Center Parcs, having fun with my family, and so New Years Eve day had me tied up with unpacking, sorting out the dog from the kennel, laundry…you know where this is headed… I ran out of time. And that’s all good. Overall, it was a pretty good year. Oh, it had its moments to be sure…quite a few posts in the first quake porter of the year revolve around the hazards of NHS dentistry. (Please don’t get me started on the NHS medical care, either…). I’ve had some…
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If You Really Knew Me
If you really knew me, you would know that I am self-conscious around people I don’t know. Painfully so. If you really knew me, you’d understand that I’m horribly awkward meeting new people. Mostly because I’m afraid I’m going to get tongue-tied. Or stammer. Or spit when I talk, or something equally mortifying. Think of the moment in “Bridget Jones’ Diary” when our girl Bridget arrives at a garden party dressed for what she thinks is a “tarts and vicars” party. Awkward, no? If you really knew me you would know that my poker face is crap, so in situations where I need to mingle, it’s highly likely that I have…