Sally's World

Cute smile, cheeky face, very affectionate, works hard at school...only catch...has BIG mouth and NO volume control....

Yep, its official, any takers, I'm done, Deion has mortally embarrassed me for the last time...

He had a hospital appointment yesterday, ENT...local (unfortunately) packed waiting room (even more unfortunately).

About an hour into our wait, Deion, out of the blue...pipes up..."Mum, did you have a bad dream last night"
"No, Dee, why do you ask?"

Stupid, stupid, stupid me for asking!!!

"Cos I heard you moaning"

You know where this is going don't you???

I am well aware at this point that the whole waiting room and all the staff, receptionist and the man delivering mail is listening intently.

"Shh, Dee, we'll talk later."
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
"Okay, I was just asking, cos I heard you laugh, then you moaned, and I think you accidental hit daddy too, cos he moaned..."

I am DYING at this point!

I am vaguely aware of Deion giving me my own tried and tested advice on how to deal with bad dreams, but I can't listen as I am too busy trying to crawl under my chair...

Note to self...soundproof bedroom...scrap that...separate bedrooms, may as well, cos I can guarantee Dave is NOT coming ANYWHERE near me until the children have all left home!!!

Also, find another doctor...hospital...how easy is it to move out of the area completely???

Anyone who knows me, knows I am kind of clumsy…okay, I under-exaggerate, I’m very clumsy. I try to blame it on my constant lack of sleep, but the truth is I’ve been like it my whole life; my dad nicknamed me Calamity Jane when I was about six years old. I wouldn't say I'm the clumsiest person in the world...maybe just in the southern hemisphere!

And today is right up there with the top ten of my most embarrassing moments. And that’s saying something considering, I’ve walked into plate glass windows, shut my hair in shop doors and nearly scalped myself, fallen off a pier, fallen in rivers and out of trees (yes, sadly, quite recently!), set fire to myself more than once, bounced right off trampolines….the list is endless…

Today, I was rushing as usual; I had twenty minutes to get to the bank before Deion had to be at a physio appointment. So I parked the van, unclipped my seatbelt, swung the door open and started to climb out…only my seatbelt hadn’t unclipped all the way, and my arm was sort of caught in it, "ULK" I said as I kind of somersaulted out of the van, legs over my head and everything, and landed on my backside on the floor.

It would have been okay if it wasn’t a van and quite high up, and even better if it wasn’t by a really busy part of the town centre…

I have a bruised butt, a grazed knee and I may have broken my wrist and a couple of ribs!!!!, but my pride was hurt the most. Oh, and I need to find another bank/place to shop!

Ouch!