I AM A ONE WOMAN DISASTER AREA!

What is it about me attracts trouble? Is it in my genes? Did I major in Cock-ups in school?

I had such a busy day today, swung by Flick's house on the way home for a cuppa and a catch up. So I said to her I said; 'I haven't had time to blip, so expect to see something simple yet beautiful (like myself) which I will take in the garden. Or perhaps my supper, that's always good'

Dinner was a couple of pieces of limp lettuce, a tomato, some cucumber and a smoked mackeral. Yuk. Trust me, you don't want to see that any more than I wanted to eat it, but in the spirit of trying stop being such a gut bucket, it's what I allowed myself.

A rose, yes, that's what I'll do. But oh no, oh dear me no!

To cut a long and very wet story short, I am now going to have to go up to the big house to my landlord to tell him I've broken his river bank and most of it is now in the stream.

It gave way just as I was getting into position to take a shot. What the hell am I going to tell him. He thinks I'm a complete fruit anyway.

I've dried off and got yet another cup of tea and looking forward to spending some time looking at blippers world and wondering if I will ever have a nice, normal, uneventful day.