From an early age my overly romantic self therefore leaped to the conclusion that I must truly belong to another time. The time varied depending on what stage I was at. For example when I fell in love with musicals and inparticular Fred Astaire, when I was 9, I felt I must be from the 1930's.
When I fell in love with Mr Rochester and then shortly after Heathcliff, when I was 12, I must belong to the 19th Century
This week has confirmed that although my heart is in the past my head is in the present. You see last Thursday my drier died! It has then proceeded to rain off an on for a week. My life became a constant battle to get the ****ing clothes dry!!!!
There were constant cries of "Mum I don't have any socks.....followed by "Mum where are all the towels?" For some stupid reason known to no one I became quite stubborn about getting a new drier. This became personal... a battle against me and the skies....me and the bloody tree that drops crap over half my clothes line (another story)....me and time! Surely I am a vintage girl...I can cope without a little thing like not having a drier... NO it seems I can't.
My name is Katherine and I am a modern girl....I love my drier, my T.V., my internet, my fan in summer and my heater in winter. I love my mobile, my microwave, my husbands GPS and I love that I live now and not early last century or any other century because really, although I know I wouldn't have known any better, and I am stating the obvious, but life for a mother would have quite frankly sucked!
Yes got the new drier yesterday...I keep going and checking on it like its a new child. My youngest son made some snarky comment about my carbon footprint...I think I said something equally snarky back that surely the amount of stuff I have saved from land fill must give me some credit with the Environment Gods !!