I'm convinced she's unwell. No, I'm not talking about bird flu. She was getting ready for school this morning and mentioned how she had double chemistry and was looking forward to it. Yes, I did say looking forward to it. I would have taken her temperture only for I was too busy trying to remember whether she took butter or salad cream on brown bread and whether she had tomatoes. She has the strangest lunches ever. I don't know where she gets her odd eating habits from. I suppose the main thing is she eats them all and is still starving when she comes home.
She is pondering doing chemistry in college. Its great to be at that age when you can consider lots of things isn't it. At least she's gone from 'taking a year out' to actually thinking about college. Then I think she's moving to Italy. Where you don't have to pay taxes, or so she thinks.
She's got some sort of infection going on at the moment and we are treated to a running commentary of what exactly is going on in her vagina. We're a close family, but not that close. Trying to make sure stop talking about it only makes it worse. I had to threaten her with grounding and then she told me to cover my ears and she 'whispered' to Mammy2 about what she thought was wrong with her. One should look on the bright side and be thankful that she wasn't in her usual position on the toliet, roaring out to us so that all of the neighbours know exactly what's going on in her bits.
I'm sure there are some people out there in the middle of a mouthful of pasta when they hear her dulcet tones yell
"Ah jaysus, I'm as itchy, do you think I've got a STI"
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