Confusing Tuesday's Child

Tuesday’s Child is full of Grace. I should have been born on a Tuesday. I was born on a Sunday. Sunday's child is bonny and blythe, and good and gay. People expect too much from Sunday's child.  Tuesday's child can survive on grace alone.  And simply because I love Tuesdays, I should have been born on a Tuesday. Today, maybe because of the snow, I've had more confusing moments than Bridget Jones during a NASA operation. Firstly woke up thinking my ear was falling off, my mum illustrated clearly that this wasn't the case (Thank God), then on my way to work, I suddenly realised I couldn't feel my nose, it was so cold. It was 9am.  


My brain hadn't switched on longer enough to realise I've never actually felt my nose unless I physically touch it that is. It was all so confusing this morning but at least nothing significant happened after those life altering moments. I didn't have to cure cancer not did I save world anger; that can wait until Wednesday morning.

 On a happier note however, the books I'm currently reading this week are truly excellent. I've decided to read 3 books at the same time (God help me). These are Yours Truly, The woman Who Made Men Cry and Tallulah's shopping trolley. So far so good.  Also I've come up with a brilliant term for romantic books by men: GUYLIT. Brilliant right? Happy Tuesday Everyone.