If, in the wake of the last few posts, you think I am vain, I don’t care. I am not vain. I am perfect.
Which is why I feel like enacting some Greek drama. Appealing to the queen in me.
I will go unblemished for 363 days of the year – until the BIG day.
Apropos of generally feeling for myself: I was once recorded, in writing (class register): “Ursula’s excuses are getting ever more inventive.” Sweet seventeen, on the way to school the heel of my boot broke off. I am a very practical person and there was no way I was going to limp around all morning to the hilarity of my school mates. So I went to one of those pronto shoe repair places which, whilst pronto, made me late for class. I wish I’d kept the receipt. This particular teacher and I loved each other as best as teacher and pupil can. Yet, he did NOT believe me. That was the moment when I learnt that a mundane lie will triumph over the unbelievable truth.
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