Finally got a slow but working compter and time to use it, YIEAHY! so thought would go for a wee wonder to get some shots and start to blog again. The weather however had other ideas and I almost drowned in the downpour, but luckily I’m Scottish and hence partly amphibious, however the camera isn’t. So thought I’d tell you about my new venture in writing instead.
Throughout my life me and my sister Amy have revelled in telling each other how smelly the other is and in a spurt of sheer genius I decided to win the smell game once and for all. I have topped the dubious limericks and even more dubious shakespeare quotes (hubble bubble toil and trouble, fire burn and Amys bum bubble, that’s why she smells so bad) and have gone for the big guns, I wrote a book, dad illustrated it and we got 50 copies printed! Written as a kids book for her girls and also appealing to adults with our slightly odd sense of houmour, I called it lovingly “How Mummy Smells“. It tells the story of 2 girls trying to best the other in saying how foul their mother smells, from comparing her to manure and sewers to comparing each others smell to the infinte minging aromas of their mother. Of course it has a good moral ending!
So Amy, thank you for the inspriation and for getting me started on the literary path! After all I do still love you even if you do smell so bad that there is an environmental warning tatooed on your ass!