Saturday, 14 November 2009

The Spy Who Thought He Loved Me

I keep thinking I must write more. And then something happens to zap my creativity. Suffice it to say that my life is pretty turbulent at the moment. And full of intrigue. Who knew I was married to a wannabe spy? Certainly not me. Or maybe it was all those detective stories he devoured as a boy. A sort of James Bond/Philip Marlowe wannabe.

And I'm Nancy Drew. Coming soon on www.powderroomgraffiti.com: an enlightening article on how to spy on your loved ones.

3 comments:

menopausaloldbag (MOB) said...

I've missed your posts and have wondered how you are fairing. Write soon, it can help to make order out of chaos. X

wakeupandsmellthecoffee said...

Will try,MOB, will try.

crazymaisey said...

I love your blog. I just read your last post about facebook and I couldn't stop laughing. It is soooo me and my eldest daughter.
Really good writing.
I just need to declamp my little no.5 off my poor nipple and then I can make a brew to drink while I read more.
Feel free to pop by mine any time and say a little hello.
Best wishes, Crazy xx