Monday, September 22, 2014

Auntie always said...



If you can't say something nice, then don't say anything at all. Of course she could turn silence into a weapon, but then she was British. It seems to be a talent, that ability to convey so much with different types of silence. There is heavy with disapproval silence, the disdainful silence, the I'm playing no speakies silence and of course the good old you have displeased me silence. But enough of small traumas meted out by family.

This was simply a bad day and one is putting back the pieces in some semblance of order. That is to say reeling back a few emotions from the brink of war... a little late in the day, but if one had a temper that could be checked before the catastrophe, then it wouldn't be such a ferocious temper. 

Sighs forget about slave fail this was more failing to be a reasonable human being...

1 comment:

Curious Woman said...

I had quite a similar day...oddly enough, mine was a monday also. *sigh*