Lost in Space

Where on earth has all the time gone ? It seems that it is flying right on by, and at the same time I am running out of time... has someone cut the hours in a day to 15 and not told me ?
something is definitely missing... I am LOST I tell ya... LOST.. I cant seem to figure out what is happening in my life...
I guess it all started in January (yep the New Years resolutions) I decided it was time to get everything in check !!
So started a bit of a healthy eating scheme and so far I have managed to shed almost THREE stone ! HOW ? I dont really know to be honest, but I have...
Then decided to maintain the weight loss by starting Kick Boxing... I know there are muscles that are not used all the time... but after attending these sessions I now realise just how many !! after one particularly gruelling session that concentrated on the butt, I felt like I had been anally shafted by 'mr big' from HMP !!
Then decided the next order of the day was to stop being the other woman (after 5 years) I decided that it was time that I moved on and played a little harder ! (so to speak)...!! and oh am I playing hard !
So in a nutshell, I have been working on 'me' for a while.. oh how selfish am I ?
Now my challenge is to get back to bloggin and my cyber friends...
So hello again guys and I hope to see more of you in the coming months..

have fun and as always keep breathing....xx
loves ya all
xxx

Asti in the sun

Just wanted to wish you all a good weekend,,,,,, tonight I am flying out to Italy for a company expences weekend to Bari......... oh bring me the Asti and show me the sun.........

I will raise a glass to you all, ha ha, I am sorry but I just had to let you all know how excited I am to spend another weekend in the beautiful country of Italy.

ciao4now xx

Family Bank.....

This weekend it was my dear mums SURPRISE birthday party..... for me it was a case of, NO, its that family thing..!! I have a deep rooted terror of family get togethers... not because we argue or fight or the fact that there would be line dancing, no nothing like that, I just dont know these people....why ?

Its that split family thing, the divorced parents, my stepdad has five children, my mum has my brother and me... so in total there are the seven of us.... so when mum and stepdad got together there was the usual family divide.

At the time I was 11, my bro was 10, then there was D she was 15, R he was 13, T she was 11 (and in my year at school) L she was 4, and finally E he was six months old.....

Bro and me lived with the newly formed parents and the other 5 stayed with their mother... this of cause had endless problems.

New parents then decided to move to another town, I say town, there were 5 other houses and the nearest shop was 3 miles away, so we were away from our dad, our friends and everything else that was familiar, then to hurt a little more we had to spend the first 18months living in a caravan while the house was made habitable.

I can not begin to tell you how it feels for a girl trying to find her path in life to live in a caravan with a man I hated (strong word but this was how I felt at the time) and also learn to deal with five other children that had all of a sudden become family. I didnt know how to cope....D, R + T were people that I had previously spent time with, we all swam for the same club and travelled together to swimming galas, our parents met at the swimming pool... so I blamed myself for the split between my mum and dad.... that is how it felt at the time. It also became difficult to spend time with D R + T, it all of a sudden felt uncomfortable...
This was when I became the child from hell, I tried everything to split this new family up and get my mum back with my dad.

I was the black sheep, I was constantly in trouble.... that way my mum had to talk to my dad...it didnt work obviously, but I still hated my stepdad with a passion. At 16 I took the first opportunity and left for London, then two years later joined the RAF and never went back home again for the next 7 years, I had no contact with any of the family members at all.

So back to the party, D didnt attend, (so I havent seen her, it must be 20 years since the last time) T was there with her husband and 2 boys, I have seen her intermittantly and it was good to see her, R was there with his wife and daughter, his daughter is now 16 last time I saw her she was 3, L didnt attend was sick, E was there, the last time I saw E he was 13 years old.....he is 27, no I didnt recognise him, and he didnt recognise me, but once we got together, there was no stopping us, we had so much to say.
We line danced together and did some country dancing, had some drinks and laughed together for the first time as adults....after the party we (my bro, R and wife, E and girlfriend) then went clubbing together, I eventually got to my hotel at 5 in the morning. I didnt want the night to end...
So to finish, it may have been my mums surprise party, but I think I also had a surprise, I was surprised at how much I enjoyed spending time with my family... I WILL see them again, and I wont leave it so long to see them again.
My family are not so bad after all......xx

time to spill (part 2)

Hello again
so here we go with a few more snippets of me.......

9/ I have hardly ever been called by my real name, and have always been blessed (or cursed) with nick-names, my family and friends from school days always call me Het, and then I got given two nick names in the RAF, the first was scammel... which had something to do with certain features sticking out like scammel wheel nuts, and the second was quickfit (I always liked to think it was because as the advert says " you cant get better than a quickfit fitter") but alas this was not the case !!

10/ I have visited 27 countries but by far my favourite destination is Jamaica

11/ My dream is to open a tickle shop (no thats not a 'special tickle' kinda shop) but just a bulk standard relaxation tickle shop..

12/ When I was 13 I got caught stealing a cadbury's creame egg and got driven through the town and then back to school in a police car !! oh the shame

13/ My biggest burn was swimming and I trained twice a day seven days a week for almost 17 years and competed for my country in Canada... I came 7th out of 8... but hey I was there.

14/ I didnt touch alcohol until I was 19 and in the RAF (as number 13 was more important)

15/ Once I discovered number 14 there was no stopping me and I inherited the title of ' champion bar drinking gamer'. I still know and play some of these now on crazy nights.... from the tame games like Bunnies and Father Abraham right the way through to the specialist drinking games of.... high level bombing run and the VERY notorious 'Freckles'.

16/ I have my hair cut or coloured every six weeks, and change the style or colour every time, what the heck, its grows back !!

anyway I have covered another 8 points and will get to 100 eventually I guess

ciao4now everyone xx

POWER Pramming.........

Came across this advertisment the other day for ' power pramming '.
I am willing to give anything a go.. (well most things...) so I thought, oh yea, I am going to try this, what a fab way to keep fit, no sweaty gyms, but plenty of fresh air and sight seeing.
Yes indeedy thats the way to go........

So out came the joggers and on went the nikes, decided it would be better to wear a t-shirt and a training top as was unsure how much like hard work this was going to be.
Best to warm up before me thinks, as I decided I would wholeheartedly put everything into this power pramming.
Found a place on the corner of a busy street and started my warm up, ordered three double brandys and downed them one after the other, the instant warmth was amazing from the inside out, but thought I also should warm my leg muscles, so ordered another brandy and climed off and on the bar stool 5 times before drinking the final brandy....
OK suitably warmed up now and ready to go go go, I thought that now would be the best time to do some physical checks on the pram before taking it through rigorous power play, so checks as follows

1/ handle grips in place
2/ wheels attached and fully inflated
3/ hood folded back for maximum aerodynamics
4/ safety restraint tight enough to keep child in place
5/ child sleeping comfortably

6/ brakes functioning

Right then, everything is in place, I am warmed up and raring to go..... so grabbing the pram firmly by the handles and we are off, setting off at a mega speed ..... lets put it this way Roger Bannister would have been impressed, avoiding drain covers and dog poop,

I reached the end of the street, left turn, these three wheel things are easy to drive, long straight road, moving into top power pramming mode now, oh yes, feeling the wind in my hair as I whizz along..... for some reason there seems to be a lot of people doing this power thing, there are a bunch of people behind me all going as fast as me, they dont all have prams but I guess the principal is the same, however they are all shouting, cant quite hear what they are shouting though as the need to keep my eyes front to avoid dog poop connection is imperative and much more important..... this road is busy, turn left and see two policemen coming towards me, so I slow down as they are running quite fast, they get to me and yell at me to step away from the pram, I do this instantly, one grabs the pram and the other grabs me and slaps on the cuffs....... at this point the other group of people have turned up and are shouting abuse at me....... Well how was I to know that you are supposed to do this 'powerpramming' with your own child and your own pram, it didnt say anything about that when I read it.............all it said was grab a pram and away you go..... so I did.

It looks like this is another sporting activity that is going to pass me by......... :-(

please note : that not all of this post is fact, as obviously I would never wear nike trainers and do not like the taste of brandy....

ciao4now

time to spill

Ok its been a while now and the usual thing it seems is that you have to publish a few facts about yourself..... so ok, I am not gonna buck the trend, but there is NO way I can do 100 (or 102 you know who you are lol !!) all in one go, so I am gonna do a few every week.....



1/ I am an ESSEX girl, and have suffered for it ever since.......but only because I don't have the blonde hair, white stiletto's and not a chance am I dancing around anyones handbag ! I dont even have the accent anymore...thankfully !



2/ I had the perfect childhood from years 0 - 11, then I hit senior school and my parents split and I went totally into 'Wild child mode ' ....... this has been tamed slightly (and I mean slightly) in my aging years but I still have a long way to go...



3/ I love childish things, I still go flying kites, I still bump down the stairs on my 'arris' , I can often be found doing forward rolls and handstands in my living room....... this is not for show as I can assure you that I actually do these things when I am alone, they make me happy and make me laugh !!



4/ I was once married to the perfect guy, he asked for nothing and never questioned my actions, we had 15 bridesmaids and 12 pageboys, the vicar was a 'mrs vicar' and the music was provided by a choir....... to this day I am still destroyed about the fact that we never even got to kiss before the ' end of playtime ' bell sounded and we all had to resume lessons. I was 7.



5/ I can not eat liver, kidneys, or the fat on bacon........ it makes me shudder to even contemplate putting this near my mouth....... there are other things I wouldnt put near my mouth.......... but not going there.



6/ I also can not see/hear/look at anyone brushing their teeth, this has me instantly running from the room and heading for the nearest exit at a huge rate of knots, it is disgusting and reminds me of rabies or something...........aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.





7/ I have a burn on my wrist that I got when I was 2 years old, my mum was heating milk for my brothers bottle and I turned the gas off just as the milk boiled over the pan, I had a woolen jumper on that stuck to the burnt skin and to this day I can trace the pattern of the wool on my skin...



(not sure you can see the scar)



8/ I am funloving and care free, I live every day for what it is, I make the most of every day, I laugh, I smile and I have fun (yeah of cause I have bad days) but then I have the next day to look forward to, and my glass is ALWAYS ALWAYS half full !!

anyway I think thats enough of my rubbish for this week, but I will carry on regardless soon enough !!



ciao4now

Never kid ya Mam.....

Mums are always smarter for sure !!

Amanda invited her mother over to her house for dinner. Over the course of the evening, Amanda's mum started to wonder if there was more between Amanda and her roommate (Sandy) than met the eye. She had long been suspicious of her daughter's sexuality, and watching them interact made her more curious. Reading her mum's thoughts, Amanda volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Sandy and I are just roommates."
About a week later, Sandy came to Amanda and said, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find my favorite drinking cup. You don't suppose she took it, do you?"
Amanda saidd, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll write her a letter just to be sure." So she sat down and wrote: "Dear Mother, I'm not saying you 'did' take a drinking cup from my house, and I'm not saying you 'did not' take a drinking cup.

Several days later, Amanda received a letter from her mother which read: "Dear Daughter, I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Sandy, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Sandy. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the drinking cup by now.....

How come mums always know ?

ciao4now

hands free camels feet

Please dont read this post if you are easily offended.

Ok, now a days we are all trying to find the easiest and most accessable ways to achieve things, especially while driving,for obvious safety reasons... i.e we have hands free car phones, hands free sat navs, etc etc.

Well I have this morning, made a new hands free discovery.... I was a little bit late for work, hastily jumped into my car and set off at a high rate of knots..... well as I reached the sleeping policemen (speed bumps or whatever you call them) I obviously slowed down and proceded over the bump........ it was at this precise moment that I created hands free ' bean flicking '.... oh my word, I can only descibe how I created this effect as follows,

In my haste to get into my car and on my journey, I didnt adjust my trousers correctly and had inadvertantly given myself a ' front bottom wedgie ' ...... thus creating the visial effect of a camels foot............

(the only piccy I could find of a camels foot) so use your imagination....

So every time I braked and then accelerated it created a bean flicking sensation........ I did get a lot of stange looks on the motorway on my way to work as I constantly drove like my car had been filled up with kangaroo juice(of cause didnt drive like this on purpose hee hee)..... but I think I have had a good start to my day and cant wait to drive back home tonight.....

why do I keep thinking about this strange little ditti ??

The sexual life of the camel

Is stranger than anyone thinks.

At the height of the mating season

He tries to bugger the sphinx.

But the sphinx's posterior sphincter

Is all clogged by the sands of the Nile,

Which accounts for the hump on the camel

And the sphinx's inscrutable smile.

anyway its lunchtime and I am off to look for sleeping policemen or large pot holes in the road..

so if anyone knows of any pot holes, dirt tracks, sleeping policemen or any alternatives that are close to Liverpool or Manchester le me know....thanks

ciao4now everybody peeps xx

Never fook with a woman !! you'll learn

I have discovered a few lines that seem to sum up the hidden messages that are sent out by women... below is a selections of words and the TRUE meanings behind them...... these apply in most situations and should always be adhered to, 100%, no deviation and no getting away from it...... be warned....

1.) FINE: This is the word the women uses to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

2.) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. However five minutes is only five minutes, if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

3.) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.

4.) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!

5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a real word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)

6.) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make. That's "okay" means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

7.) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome and say NOTHING else, nothing at all.

8.) Whatever: Is a women's way of saying F@!K YOU!

9.) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is a task that the woman has requested doing several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in you asking, "what's wrong", for the woman's response refer to # 3.

ciao4now everybody peeps xx

what is wrong with me ?

I am sitting here just catching up on the news.....
I hear the weather.... It is going to be the HOTTEST day of the year so far.... the hottest day in April since records began...
What am I doing this afternoon ???

Going to the M.E.N areana to watch dancing on ice...!!??

What the hell is wrong with me?

I only have two things I can use to create any kind of logic...
It wasnt sunny when I booked it, and I guess its one of those things you do for love..... love pushes it sometimes though, dont ya think ?

ciao4now

GRAND NATIONAL

ok so its the Grand National this weekend, I know not everyone agrees with horse racing, but this is a national treasure, its a one off when nearly everyone in the country becomes a racing tipser....

So let it be known I am now about to transpose into the female version of John Mc Crirrick or maybe even the female version of Claire balding ?!

OK so here are the tips...... get ready...

Grand National.....

number 1...Billyvoddan..... destined for the winners enclosure

number 2... idletalk.... oh this will be there too...

I think its best to go for a reverse forcast....

goodluck everyone and I can assure you that any monies lost will NOT be refunded by me, take the punt at your own risk....

but the best tip I can give you is keep ya dosh firmly planted in your sky rocket and spend it later in the day on beer !!!

ciao4now everybody peeps xx

A Creative Difference ?

This made me smile a bit....

WOMAN'S POEM
Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong. One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks, One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed, When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door, Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.

MAN'S POEM
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs
who owns a liquor store and a golf course.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.

Ciao4now everybody peeps...x

jelly challenging.....

ok help required......... sitting at my table with a pot of Hartleys strawberry jelly.... armed with a spoon, peeled off the lid ready to start, dig in spoon but all thats happening is that the jelly is spinning round in a circle in the tub, try a different way, too much jelly for the spoon to lift (and too wobbly to stay on the spoon) bigger spoon ? no good......... nothing available....
so what to do ? seems a bit uncouth to slurp the jelly directly from the pot (maybe fun actually) but even on my own it doesnt seem like a good idea.....
ok given up and note to self ' not to buy jelly again' until a better solution is found....

ciao4now

why today is beautiful...

Today is BEAUTIFUL.....
Is today beautiful because the sun has shone all day ? no.....
Is today beautiful because I have completed my pile of ironing? no....
Is today beautiful because I had dangerous liaison number three at the weekend ? no.... (but that's a different thing)
Is today beautiful because I hoovered and polished the interior of my car for the first time in four years ? no......
Today is beautiful because I have had my first days holiday of the year !! it is amazing and I have enjoyed EVERY minute of it so far....and what makes it even better is the fact that I am off work tomorrow too !! ha ha yippee hooray and any other cheery words that spring to mind...
I have spent most of the day loving and cherishing my home, making the most of my great day...... I have spent all day in my slobbery clothes, these are the best clothes in the world, that can only be worn at home...however as I caught sight of myself today in the mirrored wardrobes (that sounds decidedly dodgy even to mention mirrored wardrobes....maybe should have deleted ) I am ashamed to say that I am going to have to change my slobbery clothes....after catching sight of my attire, I had second thoughts about even going into the garden to hang out the washing.... I had an olive green t-shirt on that has slight bleach mark/spots on the front, I had my new preps on and a pair of camouflage combat shorts that no longer has a button attached and are totally reliant on the zip staying up to keep my dignity, however these are probably two sizes too big and are constantly exposing a builders bum position anyway..... in fact a good summary of my slob out clothes.... they make me look like an extra from the Avril Lavine skater boy music video....... I have a attached a picture of my new preps and my combat shorts so you can see for yourselves....

does anyone else have slob out clothes that they can only wear at home and would NEVER be seen dead in ???

ciao4now everyone xxx

whats in a name

Funny thing happened at work this morning, we have a client that have employed a new manager, (that incidentally I will need to speak to on a daily basis)...... I wrote his name down when I was given it and called this morning....... I spoke to the girl in the office and asked to be transferred through to Mick Hardigan..... at this point listening to myself say this out loud I seriously had a bad case of p.m.s.l...... oh my, I then had a mutlitude of things running through my head like, can I speak to Mick Hardigan, no hes not there ? well can I speak to me jumper...?
At this point the guy picked up the phone, while I was still pmsl and feeling that this giggling fit would not dissappear straight away, I was totally unprofessional and put the phone down... I have now made two further attempts to call him but I seriously have got a case of childish behaviour and cant do it !!

This has then got me think back to a time when in the RAF, and a young girl in the mess (canteen) actually shoulted across the hall and said " has anybody seen Mike Hunt "...
oh she never lived it down, especally as half the mess raised their hands in unison...
There is also a grasstrack motorcyle sidecar pairing that I remember from my younger days..the guy was called Ivor Firman and his racing partner was called Sue Moorecock... being only about 12/13 at the time I found this highly amusing...
A footballer called Fitz Hall (who plays for Wigan Athletic) is know as ' one size '...... think about it !!

Does anyone else have any funny names that they have come across ?

Also does anyone know how I am going to call this guy without laughing ?

ciao4now

eradication of the mastication station....?

Driving home from work today, tunes on, tried to eject the c.d. and kapoot, no way is the c.d gonna eject...damn damn damn..... switch it off, switch it on again...no chance, after trying this a few more times (obviously my brain thinks that the more times I switch it off and on the more likely it is to repair this fault)like its really gonna solve it...... dummy... I think this kind of 'fix' is a girlie thing..
Anyway, as the c.d isnt gonna shift, I change it over to an unknown quantity in my car..... the RADIO....mmmm.... nothing tuned in, so hitting the find a station button (or whatever its called) and it comes to a grinding halt on this chat station about cooking... bloody cooking....
stir in the melted butter.... fold in the cornflour.... (fold it, what the fook is folding) in fact what is corn flour, and who has this ingrediant just knocking about in their cupboard? scatter half a cup of dried peel (anyone got any spare peel)? nope didnt think so..... and who in their right mind can write all these damn instructions while negotiating the Manchester rush hour traffic ? are these people crazy ? It seems that the world is going cooking crazy, every channel on a Saturday morning is cookery programmes made simple for educating people, and showing them how to create a meal that is totally impossible to make..... add a pinch of cumin.... does anyone really want come in their scoff ?
well I dont and I am making a stand to eradicate the mastication stations.....

Thats my rant over for the week, and tomorrow I WILL get my c.d player sorted.... whatever it takes... cant do the radio....

Smoke or not to smoke

It seems that as the smoking ban draws ever nearer in England, everyone I know is making an attempt to give up smoking........ so what do I do ? shall I give it a go ? or should I stay individual and tell the world to ram it ?

But I know I am starting this with a defeatest attitude, I trick myself with the lines " but I enjoy it" or " I am not ready to give up ", which promps, how do you know if you are ready to give up ? if thats the case then I will NEVER be ready to give up....

Like most things I was an early starter when it came to anything bad, I have been smoking since I was TEN tears old.... (and I made my brother start at the same time and he was (well still is....) two years younger) So is this another excuse I can use for failing.... I have smoked too long to give up now, why practice and perfect smoking for this long, only to stop ?
I am worried that giving up smoking is going to be that stressfull that I will then start smoking to combat the effects for stressing about not smoking....
Seems like a vicious circle to me.....

So before I jump in with two feet and attempt the impossible, I am going to do some research this weekend and get some info about ' how to give up '......

So if anyone has any ideas about giving up or not giving up let me know, I think maybe I will need all the help I can get.....

anyway gotta go now as its time for a cig before I start my day at work.

ciao4now

weekend wonder

How and what am I going to do to make this weekend as exciting and fun as last weekend........ ?? I need some ideas desperately.... help me....

Last weekend was just a fun, amazing, eye opening weekend.... let me try to explain...
Last Saturday morning I left my home at seven thirty (ish) ha with a weekend pass and drove the two hundred and fifty miles to a country guest house (my home for the night) in deepest darkest Norfolk, and yes the land lady was a snot, but she, at this point was the least of my worries..... in fact she wasnt a worry at all ! snotty cow..
Anyway... I was in the RAF and was on a reunion weekend with some of my buddies (old buddies I suppose as I hadnt seen most of them for 13-14 YEARS)

However I thought it best to make the most of the whole weekend... as you do..

So, first of all thanks to friends reunited (or as it should be called...dangerous but fun liasons) I was meeting with the most amazing fantastic person that I hadnt seen for 16 years...... oh boy this was the 'one that got away ' all those years ago......you know the one, I think everybody has this person at some point in their lives..... wrong time, wrong place,.. yes it was probably still wrong time, wrong place, but hey what the hell, sometimes you just gotta go for it, make a stand, face up to what you don't really want to see....... but oh my word, it was like nothing had changed at all....nothing, as I looked into the eyes and saw the most magnificent reflection of my feelings...I can 100% state that it was definiely the wrong time and the wrong place....... well it was in a pub in the backwater of Norfolk !!
We only managed to get a couple of hours together, but this was enough time to arrange the next illicit meeting.....

Then onto the evening, where I met with nine of my old buddies... it was set in a country pub... and I mean country.... to put it another way when the nine of us entered the pub the population of the village had doubled and the locals were all on the pull as they tried to find one of us who could break the family tradition of interbreeding (they must long for a child that doesn't have six toes and that doesn't drink its own bathwater !!)
The whole night was a constant reminisance of past misdemeanours and fun fun, fun, I laughed for the whole evening, and at one point I actually thought that if I laughed much more I would need a tena lady ! As the village pub only closed when the last person left, it truely was a late, drunken, fantasic, fun, becks and voddy redbull weekend.

How do I compete with this ?

cramp........not my style

oh my, what a terrible thing happened to me last night.... after spending a while downloading some music, and after a heavy day at work, I was pretty fooked.
I yawned, and then got this really bad clamping pain under my chin....... oh my god, I didnt know what to do, I couldnt close my mouth as the pain was excruciating, I couldnt open my mouth for the fear of making the pain worse......... then I thought I had ' lock jaw ' (an obvious over reaction) not that I have ever had lock jaw.....(may have had similar, from time to time.......for other reasons) but then after dropping to the floor and almost bursting into tears (not sure if this was the pain or the fact that I thought that I may have to spend the rest of my life walking round with a mouth of a similar nature to that, of a blow up doll...) I realised it was CRAMP, plain and simple cramp...
oh my god has anyone else ever had cramp under their chin ?
I have also now developed a phobia of yawning....... is there a name for this ? (stupidity ? maybe)
trying to yawn with your mouth tightly shut is like trying to eat a packet of crisps silently in a church.... totally impossible.
ciao4now

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