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We have spillage

I've always been a tad eccentric 

But now I'm finding it hard to stay sane 

Did I ever tell you my son has a phobia of vacuum cleaners

Anas-mon's daughter is afraid of baby chicks 

Mon means son in Malayalam 

Mondays should be bright and cheerful

I'm not sure my son doesn't hate my guts 

So I am living from Sunday to sunny Sunday 

 

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Being Me

Eccentric. Quirky. Bohemian.   All good in my book.  Normal is soooo overated...and who can define normal anyway? Great write x

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