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It has been brought to my attention recently that the world is a very small place indeed.  A country smaller and a state even smaller still… like a toilet block really.  Doesn’t all the gossip happen in the toilet blocks of life?  Messages scribbled on walls and exaggerated truths and half truths freely flowing.  You have to be careful who you say something to just in case they happen to know someone who also happens to know someone who will let it slip that such and such is this and that and by the end of the week it comes back to bite you on the arse or to make you look like a fool.  Just this week I have discovered that all the time my ex step father was in hospital my mothers friend was his nurse.  Now it has been revealed to me that all his talking about his “french ex wife” was freely flowing back to my mother… his french ex wife!  Gets me wondering about all my complaining I do in the school yard.  I bitch and groan about the mice, the leaking walls, the mouldy ceilings, the shower that won’t work, the kitchen cupboards that are falling apart, the fact that the owners won’t let my 11 year old chihuahua inside and all the time I haven’t stopped to think… maybe one of these mothers is a friend of the owner?  What if all my complaining is flowing freely to the ears of  the property owner? I may find I don’t have a house to complain about, so take my advice: It’s a small world… so SHUT up!

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