I always find this an odd turn of phrase. It seems to crop up with disturbing frequency 'round these parts'.
Of course what they actually mean to say is, 'what job do you do for money?'
Well for a year I have had a little job. One that I was very pleased to have. One that allowed a little loosening of the fiscal belt. After our past four parenting years on one salary it was a source of joy to have a little spare, for zoo trips, a little DIY, driving lessons.
However this has ended and once again I find myself with no real answer to this question.
What am I? *wonders off, pondering*
Such a pretty view, I am so glad I filled these pots with narcissi.
Cup of tea, methinks. A necessary prerequisite to navel gazing?
The sun is just making my world glow.
Oh now that sounds divine! Nutty, dense, soaked through with sunny sweetness.
Cheeky...but secretly I am proud! I know, smugly, that its going to be cinnamon rolls, made to an ingenius scone/ biscuit recipe, I have book marked. Cinnamon *sigh*... not that I am telling him x
Now where was I....'what am I...what am I...?'