Well I don't mind admitting it was...

perishing.
The castle quivered in the cold.

The newbie volunteers stood around waiting for something to happen.

When eventually someone turned up saying

'You all okay?'

Guess who piped up

'Well no actually!'

Why, Oh Why is it always me?

Nothing like getting your new career off to a good start is there?

More hanging around while we waited for someone else to turn up.

By which time I was feeling decidedly crabby...

Am I doing the right thing, idly flitted through my mind and I ought to say

later in the day, the others admitted the same thoughts.

 I do have a tendency for straight talking, 
not that you'll have picked that up mind!

As I've got older I've got worse.

Ted often says after I've uttered a killer pronouncement...

"Think you should have taken a diplomacy tablet first Lin?'

My one word reply is usually something of the nature 

of mens' hairy hanging bits.

The grey matter then slowly, very slowly gurgles and wurgles, and into my 

lightly scrambled egg of a brain reluctantly I admit that he may have a point.

That fact never gets to see the light of day though.

What really annoys me is, in all walks of life,

telling the truth is the very last thing one should do.

Well that is until you're backed into a corner with a ruddy great

splintered oak stake up your arse... then it's okay...

'Well actually, er, that wasn't what happened, this is now my honest

account!'

We'll even offer to kiss it better and all will be forgotten...

or will it?

Alright we all know how easy it is to tell a fib,

why would you though?  Ultimately we know it will at some future date

appear out of the woodwork and bite you on the bum.

Easier to say it like it is: lose friends, votes, jobs, relationships.

Tough I know, however if you hadn't been less than truthful in the first place, you wouldn't be in the brown and smelly now.

Having said all that, I do have a problem being honest in a restaurant

when asked

'Is everything okay?'

With a wind-pain smile displaying the ravages of my teeth 
minced by tough steak... I lie.

I hate myself for doing it...
I'm a frigging cook for heavens sake.

Last night watching the news I thought
wouldn't it be newsworthy if someone actually said
'Yes I've made the most awful cock-up!'
That I would call... News.
All lying through your back teeth, not answering the question items, 
that are now featured as News could be axed, the vacant slots could then be filled with
far more interesting things on the telly; reality tv, soaps and
all the wonderful programmes that smack of the freak shows of yore.
Now that I would call progress.

That was a WHOPPER... Sorry!



Gone off on a major strop... yesterday at the end of the session,
cold but oddly happy I made my way home.
I will return, the weather WILL improve 
and all will be sweetness and light in this little piece of
quietest Kent.

On the other hand...?