Bugs, Boobs and Boxing

As I was standing talking to some friends outside of school - work for me, I'm not the dodgy type to hang around schools - a bug flew into me.

I don't mean one of those piddly small things, I mean I solid big black thing. Obviously I did the only normal thing to do; completely draw attention to myself by waving and flapping my hands around frantically. After doing this for about 30 seconds I felt sure I'd got the pest off me. Except I hadn't, it had gone to ground in my hair. I freaked out again, SOMEHOW catapulted it down my top and between my boobs.

Yup between my boobs.

Before you think I'm some buxom wench let me set the record straight and say I might well be a D cup...but you can park a bus between my boobs. Seriously, if they were any further apart they would have to be pen pals.

What did Tasha do? Freak out so badly she exposed her 'nice' flesh coloured bra and God knows only what else to all the parents waiting to pick up their kids. Charming.

So not funny.

I came home, got into my fizz kit and went out to box on the punch bag...I've skinned my knuckles so bad 2cm of skin is hanging off.

We have the school inspectors in on Wednesday and Thursday...I'm going to look like a real role model with my thug hands!

To conclude, today's post has been sponsored by the letter B and the colour red.