This slightly longer than usual post is for all the dirty girls out there. No, I’m not referring to those who never bother to wash themselves properly in the morning or those who haven’t had a decent shave under the armpits and you know where else for a good few years. We’re not even having that conversation ladies. Come to think of it, I may just be a dirty girl myself. Because the very thought of writing a blog post of what I thought about the term ‘pillow talk’ got me to tingle. And by the time I settled myself down at my desk to write this post, well, I started to get slightly damp down under.
Ok, for those of you who weren’t taken to my dialect expressed throughout my blog so far, have no fear. I’m going to give you a breather. I’m going to talk like a normal, well-spoken human being for a change, instead of like the Cockney I was brought up to be all those years ago. It was my well-spoken friend’s idea actually. And I thought it was quite brilliant. He’s take on things social media and blogging was that the best spokeswoman (or man) you can be is to basically be yourself. If that is your natural voice then so be it, share it with the rest of the world and see if they can get to know you better that way.
What is married life then, if not for the birds? To me, it seems as though birds are always in love. I’ve noticed this before sometimes about the birds in the sky and in the trees near our home in Lancashire. The birds that I’ve seen migrate all the way from Africa, just as we did, are always free. They can fly. No other species can say that much about freedom. I’ve noted that if they are not zipping about looking for food to feed their young with, the male birds anyway, are always preening themselves in readiness for meeting their partner.
Oi! You there! Yes, you! How you liking me blog so far?
Ok, stupid question, I know. It’s only me first ever post I’m making. But I hope you liked the introduction that one of me mates gave you at the beginning of this blog. Most of the writing I ever did in me life was back in South Africa where I spent many years working as an insurance clerk. It began with handwritten memo’s and stuff like that before the internet came and we started sending emails to each other, even though we were sitting across from one another.