Aurora

So I have been M.I.A for a while. It's because I forgot my password. And my email address password. Which I'm now quite sure were the same. And then I had to get an email sent to my other email address which I don't use anymore and can't remember how to spell the password. Luckily I remembered my favourite teacher and it let me in eventually. After a full strip search and a bag x-ray.
Now I'm in, I can't remember what I wanted to say. It's probably the stress of it all. Because people forget to remember things when they are stressed. So they get more stressed and forget where they live. That's why Carol Vorderman's started doing that programme about women that leave their Passat estates or horses on country lanes and walk away to a new life.
Not sure how that works though. Someone would notice you were new around town, wearing jodhpurs with no horse.
I'll probably be one of those. Ill have to make myself a new name like Aurora because ill have forgotten to remember my purse from the glovebox and I won't have a clue about anything at all. I'd pretend I was 30 and I had amnesia from a very expensive skiing accident. I'd be amazing and people would think I was eccentric. I might even get a job as a doctor or a priest. Something meaningful. Something important to match Aurora's public school quals.
It'd be a bit rubbish for the ones left here though if I just drove to Hampshire and regally squatted in a manor house.
They would find an ugly picture of me to show as they cried on the news. They'd ask me to come home and say they weren't mad one bit. But they would be if I did. If I strolled in with red lipstick on and a new hotshot toy boy.
If I saw my picture being held up on the news by some crying people, I'd do my best to remember not to forget I can't go home because they'd kick my arse and make me sell my Mulberry token bag.
Don't think so. Handbag over housework any day.