Thinking out loud

What’s your line? The line that just cannot be crossed. The one button that cannot be pushed. The thing that drives you so mad you can barely breathe. Mine is being called a liar. Few things get me as riled up. I have for the last few minutes, been trying to calm my nerves and regulate my breathing because someone has just accused me of being a liar. No opportunity to defend myself and no real consideration of what calling someone a liar implies. Liars are unreliable, cannot be trusted and have no integrity. That is definitely not me. Now that the line has been crossed I have been quietly trying to figure out how best to deal with it. I tried to be quiet but felt as though I would spontaneously combust. I complained to everyone but the culprit and felt like a fraud that draws a line in the sand but does nothing when it is crossed. I thought blogging would help, it hasn’t! The stifled hyperventilation has formed into a big lump in my throat and my eyes are stinging from tears. Wish I

I have missed my darling blog. MISSSSSSSSSSSED it! Thanks to all of you who have reminded me how long its been since I posted anything. I have been busy doing all kinds of work and when I finally got a bit of a lull my internet went on the blink. Let me explain this to my dear friends living outside Zimbabwe, where internet going on the blink is simply a matter of calling a call centre and being politely informed by a lovely lady in Hyderabad that it will be ok soon. Here when internet goes on the blink...it dies. Takes with it any evidence that it ever existed  AND all power to you if you can get through to a call centre! I am back though and crossing my fingers that this joy will last longer than a day. So it's winter time here. When we came last year winter was lovely. It was a welcome respite from the heat of summer and we didn't know what the fuss was about. Hubbz even had a bunch of people beseeching him not to wear shorts to work because it was disconcerting! And no