1) Scratching my ear with the nib of a felt-tip pen.
2) Choosing bright pink toilet Bloo. I thought it would be fun but it just makes me feel sick.
And it's only 11 am.
And why have I got a navy blue king-size duvet cover in the airing cupboard? We've never had a king-size bed and, before you say that I probably bought it thinking it was a double and then couldn't be bothered to change it, let me assure you that I would never buy a totally plain navy blue duvet cover.
My life is one continual surprise to me.
Do you remember that advert: Can you pinch an inch? I can pinch at least 3. I would have to exercise like Madonna if I wanted to be rid of them and, unfetching as I find my flab, putting that much effort in is never going to happen. Which I suppose could count as one of my better decisions. What a shame there are so few of them.
However what I lack in good decision-making skills I make up for in brilliant ideas. (Even though Husband's face sinks when he hears the dreadful words, 'I've had a brilliant idea.') I am simply bubbling over with them at the moment but the time is not right to share - I have to shower and shop - so I'll leave you on tenterhooks. (What are tenterhooks? I shall google ... it comes from the process of stretching woollen cloth on frames called tenters and the hooks were used for securing the cloth. I thought had a copy of Brewer's Phrase and Fable that I could refer to but I only have the 20th century one.)