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Had you entered our kitchen last night you would have found a middle aged, mildly obese woman, in a pair of pyjamas, twerking at the island. Her bemused, amused and bewildered husband sat in the sitting room looking at her with a confused look on his face. The lady in question was, in fact, none other than BFM herself, trying to catch up on her dance moves from the Lip Sync rehearsal she had missed on Friday night. While the Mad One, no doubt, wildly gyrated around a local GAA hall under the instruction of Lambada Lesley, I was hosting a pizza party and sleepover for my eldest. The Mad One also had the joy of being in the company of the 3rd member of our trio, Lip Sync Levins, who has thrown himself into the madness with an air of "I don't give a damn" but he is carrying few bumps and bruises already as the Mad One is VERY enthusiastic. So while my younger sister had the joy of live instruction, company and rousing music, I whipped my hips left and right while trying to

Soooo...would you believe it. Just after writing my blog last night and the lovely GASP reading it ( still under the impression he was TOTALLY in the right) we sat down together to watch the end of Pelham 123. It gets to the critical point where Denzel the lowly radio controller is asked to deliver the cash to the crazed hostage taker a.k.a. John "Saturday Night Fever " Travolta. While walking to the helicopter with the chief hostage negotiator , Denzel decides to phone the missus, fairly confident that he might never see her again, as Travolta is a bit gun happy. In an effort to pretend that this is not happening his gorgeous wife tells him to take care and to " bring home a gallon of milk when he is finished"....AND THEN.....Denzel asks her " Are you sure we need a gallon" ????****FFFF. I looked incredulously over to GASP who viewed the ensuing conversation where she said yes she did need a gallon and he tried to convince her half a gallon would be fine

So....GASP advised me he would phone me on his way home from visiting an elderly relative to ask me what I needed from the shop. I had happily brought the boys to football training to facilitate this visit , hence being unable to fit in the shop as well as working, collecting the boys and feeding them. I arrived at training and with joy noticed Striding Stephen looking for some company to walk around the pitch and we put the world to rights while walking lap after lap. His lovely wife Co Co Carol phoned us while we were on the way round and he briefly chatted to her, but advised her he was with his " other woman" so would have to hang up and see her at home. A few moments later, GASP, as promised, phoned me . I immediately said to him " I am with another man" ( female code for "my ability to chat is limited" ) and asked what I wanted from the shop. Wholemeal bread and ham" I immediately replied, to get you sorted for breakfast tomorrow and sandwiche

As a result of a course I am currently undertaking, I have a bit of a positive psychology vibe going on. This is as much of a shock to me as any of you, as she who cannot abide homework or studying, has immersed herself in textbooks on the topic of Authentic Happiness, Positive Psychology and the art of Flourishing. I feel like a right swot but am delighted that in the midst of my mid life, a new yearning for learning has appeared among the fog of hormones and confusion. Just at the point that I was reading up on the value of gratitude, mindfulness, GRIT and positive emotions one of my dreams came true...I kid you not ! Now, as most of you are aware, I have a chequered history when it comes to breeding cats. Various tragically hilarious situations have seen my cat population go from 1 to 9 and back to 1 in various stages. My want for some female company has seen most of the felines turn out to be female, one of whom for 18 months until the highly observant GASP noticed 2 large glands a

So....The Mad One phoned and asked " Are you in ????" The nature of our longstanding relationship is that you automatically say yes to questions posed in this way so I immediately replied " YES !" "Great" she replied " that's sorted".....I waited to allow her to enjoy her moment of suspense and then enquired as to what exactly I had said yes to. She excitedly informed me that we were now entrants in the Lip Sync Battle being hosted by a local GA club at the end of September. I greeted this with delight as I love a bit of fun and then she advised me that she had already chosen the song and choreographed dance and I was to look up the video of Beyonce singing " If ya like it and ya want it, put a ring on it..." I put down the phone went into u-tube and looked up the video and found this image Now The Mad One has always had an image of herself as a sex siren and I welcomed the fact that she felt the need to tar me with the same b