That reminds me though, you won't know but I do have an inordinately large head. I've never known the joy of wearing a paper hat out of a cracker. My dad always had to leave the table to staple two together for me, which takes the magic away from Christmas a little. I also didn't have a blue speedo regulation swimming hat at school. I had a bright red, sort of bubbled swimming hat. Only one other child had one, Jennifer Clayton, and she had hair to her arse. She needed the room in her hat. I had a crop. Bobbing about in my hat in the deep end you would have been forgiven for thinking I was buoy. (Actually at the time I had short hair and no chest so buoy/boy???)
I know I have a big head. I've learned to live with it. My husband Phil, softens the blow with his loving nickname for me. He calls me Moonhead. I can imagine my big round face, with its soft glow and authentic craters in the cold dark night are a comfort to him in some way. I'm quite surprised channel 4 haven't approached me to make a fly on the wall documentary 'the woman with a moon for a head'.
And don't think its just at home a suffer from the taunts, for christmas my team gave me a splint for my neck (apparently its bound to snap one day) and this beautiful picture.......
HAHAHAHA I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT........(love moonhead x)
P.S I can only wear wooly hats and even then they're stretched to capacity. I'm trying to get my hands on a wheely bin cover in time for the cold weather.......
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