Questions that I ask myself

Well nothing horrid happened to me last night in karma fashion for being a bad daughter!
Well apart from spiders. I have found four squished ones so far and two of them have been in my bedroom... Yuk! Has mother sent her eight legged friends round to put the frighteners on me, if she has it's working!?
Actually well before the 'Dancing on Ice' final started, we were ok again, but I still felt a bad daughter for throwing a moody and walking out yesterday. Perhaps I should be even more chilled with her, but I did find her complaining and then repeating her complaining over and over where she forgets, very hard going indeed.

Strangely enough, this morning when I went to the loo first thing, I had a slight show of blood? Only a tiny bit, but it's been a couple of years since I last had a show and not since 2007 that I had a proper period. This could explain the foggy head and why I felt like emotionally challenged blockhead yesterday. God if it's not one thing it's another!

Had another curve ball thrown at me too and I wasn't sure and still not sure how to handle my feelings about this.
I met one of the old village ladies that I hadn't seen for years and we stopped for a chat outside the Co Op this morning.
She was telling me how her daughter was waiting for a lung transplant too and how she wondered who would get the transplant first out of the pair of us. I don't know what stage her daughter is at in the scheme of things as she wasn't very clear, but I felt my hackles come up, as I had the most uncharitable thoughts about her and I felt quite ashamed of myself.
The lady I was talking to is a really nice woman, who takes care of herself and worked right up to her retirement, but her daughter was a real drop out. She hasn't worked for years, not since well before either her last child was born and not because of illness either. She has three maybe four children by different fathers all of them not around, although one was deported. She smoked like a trooper and was always worse for drink when I knew her and her children were troublesome to say the least.
But should that stop her having a second chance at having a proper life? Goodness I don't know and who is to say that I am better than her, as I haven't been absolutely pure as snow either? And as bitches go just lately, I am a Bitch with a capital B and all my high hopes of not saying anything if I can't say something good, went straight out the window ages ago.
But I really can't get it out of my mind that she might not look after these lungs either?

Lordy, not only am I a bad daughter, but a bad human being too now! I'm on the escalator to Hell I can see it now!

Lots of love Debbie x