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 an enlightening article on how to spy on your loved ones.


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.

Anonymous 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