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I am a lefty. I write vertically, cannot use can-openers and was recently foiled by a right handed ladle (I will have my vengeance...) but more than this, I generally seem to approach life from a different angle. I appreciate that this may have nothing to do with being a lefty and may just be my own dysfunctionallity, but after earning the nickname 'Lefty-Flip' after a frustrating game of Guitar Hero, it seemed an appropriate title for this blog.
Friday, 4 May 2012
Conversations with my Mother
I mentioned to my mother that my lawn was getting out of control with all this rain and that I needed to get some kind of garden strimmer to keep it in check.
Mum: Would you not be better off getting a lawnmower?
Me: Where would I keep a lawnmower? Besides the garden is tiny, a strimmer will do won’t it?
Mum: Hold on let me ask your dad (muffled voices during which the phrase ‘what does she need a lawnmower for?’ can be heard loudly) Well dad says a strimmer would be fine, but well… do be careful.
Me: I will, I’m sure they’re not that dangerous
Mum: No, but you need to be extra careful don’t you
Me: I do?
Mum: Yes, what with you being left handed and all.
Mum: Because you are very left handed dear.
Me: Mum I’m sure I can cope with a garden strimmer!
Mum: Sweetheart you say that but you can’t even use a can opener.
I would like to mention at this point that she is in fact correct. Had ring-pull tins not been invented I would be living in a world without alphabet spaghetti.
Me:…Okay I’ll be careful. Bye
Mum: Bye my devil child
Hang on, devil child????? Cheers ma.
Have a good weekend folks, and I’ll try my best not to cut my feet off with a garden strimmer.