One Stroppy Mama!!

There’s no talking to me today: I am in the most foul mood and trying to reason with me when I am like this is pointless…

Occasionally the moody blues overtake me and I turn into bitch lady from hell, go on strike and swing between hysteric laughing and sudden sobbing, for no reason whatsoever…

I want to tell you that I pamper my soul, snuggle on my sofa and chase the blues away the BrocanteHome way, but it isn’t true: for one day a month, I retreat into childhood…

Today, I drove to Mum and Dads and mooched about their garden while they looked after my son and tryed to quell my grumpiness with tea and sandwhiches and fizzy  drinks and chocolate, then I came home and took to my bed and when Mark arrived home, let him sort out Finleys bath and bedtime, tidy up and finally cook me a scrumptiously, comforting tea of Ikea meatballs (I love them!) and mushy peas…

Now I am watching the new series of Pioneer House, eating enough chocolate to make me sick and risking a dreadful hangover with too much red wine…

Let me be.