I am (before anyone else says it) a waster and a layabout. I have failed to make any sensible use of my expensive university education, neglected to produce grandchildren to delight my parents’ old age, and at the same time continue not to set the world on fire in any way which might justify these shortcomings.
On the plus side, I can speak French (sort of), ski and snowboard (ditto), cook (not too badly really) and I have finally more or less got to grips with the art of indulging in social interaction without being called ‘abrasive’. Scraping the barrel here, I know, but it’s the best I can muster.
I live in a small market town which is less rural than it ought to be owing to the presence of two major ski resorts and half the population of Holland riding a bike. Despite having three cats, a toilet brush holder shaped like a cat, and a plastic replica of a cat’s arse I am (and let me make this quite clear) NOT a mad cat lady.