Saturday afternoon came and went and I was pretty normal and relatively well behaved. Not a care in the world. Until I was abducted by aliens. Or something. And took it out on you.
You all know what I’m talking about.
I don’t know how to explain myself. I’m not the kind of woman who cries at the drop of a hat. I didn’t pull other girls ponytails on the playground, put my hands around my exercise
For the most part you see, I’ve got bigger fish to fry.
But on Saturday, I felt suddenly demented by exhaustion. Harassed by the "Whats The Points??"
I looked at the site concerned and felt not exactly angry, but more kind of hurt. And then I found myself on a spaceship with vitriol pouring out of me and a knife in my hand stabbing a little waxwork figure of a woman who probably didn’t deserve it.
To all those who have emailed me to say they too, are appalled (and lets face it, it didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to spot the culprit!!)I want to say thank you for all your support. I recieved more emails over night than I have ever done, and it is good to know that my instincts were not wrong…
HOWEVER: In retrospect I was wrong and I should have done what the lovely Toni from Creative Ma suggested and had Mark censor my feelings before I went shooting my mouth off in such a fashion- it is undignified to behave in such a way and I want to say publically that I am sorry. Not for drawing attention to the fact that I felt (and still feel) that I have been the victim of blatant plaguerism, but for drawing attention to it in such an hysterical manner.
It isn’t in my nature and if I am honest I am mortified.
Creativity stands for originality and I for one consider originality to be sacred.
One kind friend pointed out that perhaps the essence of
So to the ladies concerned, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have been quite so astonishingly mean.
Turns out that underneath the Doris Day exterior, I am human after all.