The youngest relative has returned to the topic of my marital status. I think we've agreed that she's not setting me up on a blind date with either the Year Three teacher or the mother of one of the girls in her class. I don't entirely trust her not to try and get around the agreement though.
"So why aren't you married?" she asked."I like being miserable on my own and I haven't found anybody who would want to be miserable with me.""Oh well. If you just want miserable you may as well get yourself a baby. They're dead miserable, honest. All they do is cry and scream and eat and cry and poo and cry a bit more. And they wake you up in the middle of the night so that they can cry and scream and poo.""I've known women like that," I admitted.
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Isn't that what most grown ups do? - I guess babies take up less space and don't eat all the Cocopops.
Does your niece have a baby available for you?
Lulu: I didn't like to tell her about Cocopops. Or toilet paper.
I hope to God she doesn't have a baby available. She's too resourceful for her own good and I fear the consequences.
Live dangerously. What have you got to lose? And think of the posts you could get out of the odd blind date.
The odder the better;)
Have you considered a dog? Not that dissimilar from a baby really.
At least babies grow out of it. Some of us remain perpetually childlike.
yes, you were being too honest, sugar! ;~) xoxoxox
(selfishly, i'm going to agree with pat! go on a date and then blog about it!)
Pat: you mischief! (-:
Gaw: I'm happy to live with neither.
Madame DeF: I know, I work with some of them.
savannah: don't you start! (-:
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