Or My Train of Thought Has Derailed
My train of thought whilst standing in the shower:
My life has become less funny and more grown up. I think it is attitude really. I need to start viewing my life as a series of stories to be told again. Like the time that my washing machine broke and instead of rolling my eyes and treating it like a hindrance when my g-strings got spread out all over the car park I just laughed about it and wrote about it to a friend. Do Americans have laundries in their apartments? You never see them in the laundry on the telly and they are always downstairs in the laundry room or going to the laundromat. And what’s with people having a washing machine in the kitchen? That to me is just asking for trouble, I’d be constantly worried that I was going to wash the chicken and put the delicates in to bake at 180˚C. I could go a roast beef with yorkeshire puddings and gravy. Mmmm a savoury and a sweet at once. I think I’ll watch Doctor Who today.