Laugh...

I never thought my drawers would dry.

Bloody cheek!

Who does he think he is?

Come to that...

Who do they think they are?

What's brought about the tears of laughter

trickling down my my chubby cheeks and 

twenty six chins?

Oh, and not forgetting the three laps 

of the ceiling done in record time.

Rod Liddle, that doyen of the

svelte figure and three packets of fags a day

 has brought it to our knowledge that

the Saudis have banned the name Linda.

'Have you ever met anyone you liked

called "Linda"?

Lindas in my experience tend to be

unnecessarily cheerful, in a slightly sinister

sort of way, and overweight.

Also meddlesome and garrulous -

a nightmare really.

So, congratulations to Saudi Arabia 

for banning the name

"Linda".

This Lindy Lou couldn't agree more.

Why oh why did my parents lumber

me with the name?

On meeting another Linda I instantly, as they do,

know which year we were born...

sad really.

 I've often thought about the name I'd like...

something herbal, fragrant...

Sage, Tansy, Chervil.

When asked by my son and daughter-in-law

what would I liked to be called by my grandchildren,

the idea of Granny, Nanny, Grandma, Grandmama,

Nan even, all gave me a severe

case of the vapours.

Perish the thought...
 I don't feel old enough to be called...
Mum, let alone Gran!

It didn't take me a 'nano'-second to come up with the 

name Poppy, and Poppy I am.

I've even started signing myself off as Poppy, only to

them, mind!