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Cat Woman

All of my friends are now in a relationship of some sort and I am left the only sad single one, and to rub that in just a bit more my friend who is getting married has placed me on the singles table. Not that I mind entirely as I would do the same if I had sad single friends as its cheaper than asking them to bring a guest.

I firmly believe that I am going to be alone and become the nasty cat woman you hear so often about. I am also going to get myself a walking stick or otherwise known as a beating stick, with a sharp point on the end. This is so I can beat naughty children with and also if their footballs dare to come onto my land I will stab it with my stick, bwhahahahahahaaaaaaa. I think this is already coming into place as yesterday I told off one of the children in my street last night. I was driving home and got into my street, I was most annoyed as I had spent an hour on a coach for a 20min journey as the damn trains weren’t running again. Anyway, I drove down and some children were playing with the hose and sprayed my car, I was not impressed as my windows were down, but thought they had done it by accident, I turned my car round and came back up the street and they did it again and definitely on purpose. So I stopped my car, reversed and told him off, bless he looked scared and said sorry so I went on my way. Well they have to learn they can’t go about doing things like that, even though I probably would have done the same when I was younger.

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