Scared by StatCounter
I have StatCounter on this blog, and I can see who's been looking at it. I am nowhere near technologically able to tell exactly who they are, but the rough location is normally a clue. And if I'm guessing right, there are people reading this I had never thought did. Hello, everyone!
I've searched all my posts and I'm pretty sure I've not said anything to upset anyone. I do hope so anyway.
Reading back through did make me think I'm a terrible moaner though. So I shall stop with that and be a cheery person from now on. I am generally quite smiley in real life and clearly just dump all the anguish in here.
I've had a lovely evening tonight with two friends, that turned into a night in the pub. My friend had her purse stolen, by a no good pickpocket, but a lovely man chased after the thief in his car and fought him for the wallet. Don't that just make you feel good? (It was 'down his pants' but we have decided that meant trousers...)
And I'm off on holiday in less than a week, and the forecast for the destination (Portugal) till Thursday says 86 degrees. Unless it all goes horribly wrong, we should have one last week of summer. I am assembling a large book stash and we have deliberately not bought a guide book so as not to be tempted by any culture at all. I had the joy of finding that a favourite author has a new book out for the first time in years today, so have that at the top of the pile.
I had a brief moment of feeling cross yesterday, as I was changing from workout gear into my swimsuit at the gym. A woman started making loud remarks about 'people who let themselves go' and her daughter was giggling when I took clothes off. Then I heard 'I don't look bad for 46' as I turned round, and bloody hell, she looked awful for 46. Not decripit, but skin like a mahogany rhino and a stomach like the before shot of a plastic surgeon's tummy tuck ad. As she crammed the latter into a very (too) tight white layered boho skirt (very Kate, Sienna, as the mad people on ebay would say) I found the words 'mutton dressed as lamb' fall into my head for the first time ever. I wished I could show her a picture of my lovely friend A who is almost 50 and looks stunning. And doesn't feel the need to be rude about strangers in a communal changing room.
And then I had a long swim, and felt great afterwards. So ner to her.
I've searched all my posts and I'm pretty sure I've not said anything to upset anyone. I do hope so anyway.
Reading back through did make me think I'm a terrible moaner though. So I shall stop with that and be a cheery person from now on. I am generally quite smiley in real life and clearly just dump all the anguish in here.
I've had a lovely evening tonight with two friends, that turned into a night in the pub. My friend had her purse stolen, by a no good pickpocket, but a lovely man chased after the thief in his car and fought him for the wallet. Don't that just make you feel good? (It was 'down his pants' but we have decided that meant trousers...)
And I'm off on holiday in less than a week, and the forecast for the destination (Portugal) till Thursday says 86 degrees. Unless it all goes horribly wrong, we should have one last week of summer. I am assembling a large book stash and we have deliberately not bought a guide book so as not to be tempted by any culture at all. I had the joy of finding that a favourite author has a new book out for the first time in years today, so have that at the top of the pile.
I had a brief moment of feeling cross yesterday, as I was changing from workout gear into my swimsuit at the gym. A woman started making loud remarks about 'people who let themselves go' and her daughter was giggling when I took clothes off. Then I heard 'I don't look bad for 46' as I turned round, and bloody hell, she looked awful for 46. Not decripit, but skin like a mahogany rhino and a stomach like the before shot of a plastic surgeon's tummy tuck ad. As she crammed the latter into a very (too) tight white layered boho skirt (very Kate, Sienna, as the mad people on ebay would say) I found the words 'mutton dressed as lamb' fall into my head for the first time ever. I wished I could show her a picture of my lovely friend A who is almost 50 and looks stunning. And doesn't feel the need to be rude about strangers in a communal changing room.
And then I had a long swim, and felt great afterwards. So ner to her.
posted by Princessduckling | 11:57 PM
4 Comments:
Actually, I don't think your blog is whingey in the slightest. It's remarkably bright and breezy, in fact. But it's your blog, so you should damned well whinge, whine, yea kvetch, should the spirit move you.
Despite grade inflation, I'm afraid that you would barely scrape a pass in A Level Whinging.
I am actually only posting this because the security code I have to type in to post is WATNOY and for some reason that amuses me. It makes me think of Jack Woolley.
In the spirit of Thea's comment, I'm mostly posting because the code at the moment is umiow. But I will add that if you managed not to point and laugh uncontrollably at the mahogany rhino, then your a better woman than I am.
EEeek! Can't edit.
That should, of course, have read 'you're'.
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