I woke up today to discover that I had rather rapidly become 35. Happy birthday to me. This also means that I am halfway to 70, which is the best most of us can hope for when it comes to allotted lifespans. So that gives science 35 years to discover personal immortality before it's too late.
So what is my plan for today? Well, it's to sit and answer 17 days worth of emails.
A big thanks to my mate Merys who remembered and sent me a lovely present (even though she mocks my taste in music).
If you would like to give me a present then link to me,(for I am a link whore) or maybe buy my book for someone for Christmas, it makes a nice present and mothers tend to like it.
With reference to the comments on my last post, there is a continuum between 'Mad' and 'Bad' and it all depends where you draw the line.
For example, Rebecca 'Beat your husband, but hang the criminals' Wade would probably draw the line here,
…while a stereotypical lentil chewing social worker might draw it here,
…Meanwhile the rest of us may move up and down the line depending on our mood, the background of the situation or even the weather.
I believe that the professional opinion is that if pills can make them better then they are 'mad', if the pills don't work then they are 'bad'