PlayPennies Loves... Mrs Trefusis Takes A Taxi

9 October 2011

This week PlayPennies Loves...Mrs Trefusis Takes A Taxi.

I'm distraught.

My beloved Springboks rugby team have been robbed of a World Cup semi-final place by Bryce b*!#*!y Lawrence [the ref'] who managed to miss two blatant high tackles that the entire WORLD saw.

It was a bit early to start drowning my sorrows in beer at 8am, so I headed off to lose myself in Mrs Trefusis Takes A Taxi - it worked too, and for just a couple of hours I forgot about my rugby heartache.

Selected by the Sunday Times as one of the 100 Best Blogs, you know before you start that you're in for a treat.

I love Mrs T's style of writing and what she has to say, it's like reading my own thoughts and I found myself nodding furiously in agreement and smiling to myself thinking, "Yep, me too!" and "I know exactly what you mean."

I remember trekking to the far end of the school field to smoke cigarettes because it was the cool thing to do.

"... and by the time one is an actual bone fide adult, you realise that it's neither big nor clever. I don't miss smoking, but I miss the camaraderie of smoker's corner, the gang membership of the ashtray, and I never mind keeping a friend company as they shiver outside a restaurant or the office.

But I won't smoke again.  Not even if someone offered me a More Menthol, a la Joan Collins, or a Sobranie Black Russian, like a character from James Bond."

And there must be something in the air when it comes to the dark art of sleeping; I've not slept well since I got back from SA almost four weeks ago and Mrs T has articulated everything I've been thinking about it, this summing it up perfectly...

"I wonder, a little despairingly, if this bloody sleeplessness will ever end," along with, "And what is it about the wee small hours that's so much more horrid than any other time of day? All the things you haven't done line up around your bed and start pointing at you, muttering about your inadequacies, undermining your ability to believe you can get on and finish anything."

AND then, as if to confirm that I'd found myself in someone else's written form, everything I've been saying about the new M&S advert (you can watch it in Mrs T's post) was there for me to read in the Love Forty post.

I'm only a couple of years off being 40-years-old and if I can still trigger THAT sort of reaction and have THAT amount of style, poise and self-confidence when I'm however old the woman in the ad' is, or is supposed to be, then I'll be a very happy plus 40-year-old indeed; HURRAH!

The cherry on the top of today's, much needed, cake came with the revelation that I'm not the only one who loves to just own amazing notebooks; I have tons I've never written in, to do so would be to ruin them!

"...they're so lovely I don't even want to write in them, just keep them in my handbag as object of beauty."

Yep, Mrs T, I know EXACTLY what you mean.

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PlayPennies Loves...Mrs Trefusis Takes A Taxi




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