Over the past few days my moods have swung through people, frightened small animals and quite literally turned my boyfriend green.
True to most mood minefields, loved ones are generally the ones who suffer and I am very much the girl with the curl in that when I am good I am very very good and when I am bad I’m a royal pain in the ass. Sorry.
My moods can be altered in the blink of an eye like many other women I know, so during this time my boyfriend prefers to walk with his back against the wall so he is prepared for anything. Unfortunately my pleasant demeanour led him into a false sense of security yesterday and he let his guard down. He, however, was fortunate that he is not responsible for pricing lady items in Super Value, make-up line Sally at the check-out on the other hand is still frozen to the spot with one ear dangling in front of her scanner.
I would love to meet whoever is responsible for taxing tampons and sanitary towels. I don’t recall choosing monthly torture in the form of cramps, headaches, mood mines, and I certainly don’t consider the whole experience a luxury. Now I apologise to any gentlemen who are reading but I’m sure you have suffered at the hands of a girlfriend, wife, sister, mother, friend, neighbourhood wench and can understand that PMT is no holiday for any of us. Taxing the whole show is just twisting the knife. Baby items are tax free as they are not a luxury, I’d like to know how many more ears do I need to collect before lady items are free of tax and correctly placed in the necessity category where they have always belonged?
On a lighter note I did meet a man who improved my mood to no end and soothed the wounds I inflicted on my ever-patient boyfriend. His talent is fudge making and our joy was to see him at the Summer festival in Bray on Sunday. (Same place I made C.A. green dragging him on my thrill seeking mission for the trip to Bray-amusements!) This man goes by Tomás Póil and is the genius behind Man of Aran Fudge. Unfortunately his mood altering creations are not to be found on shop shelves: “I don’t like shops, I like people” he smiled as we eagerly quizzed him on how we would get our next fix. He’s a market and festival man so we’ll have to follow him to Dun Laoighre Farmer’s Market this Sunday (27th July 2008) and keep an eye on his website from then on. If he’s in your area and even if he’s not I strongly recommend that you track him down with plenty of money to hand because you will not be satisfied with one bar or even one box. Apologies to anyone who has suffered damages as a result of this month’s mood mine. Look at it as a learning exercise. You’ll know better next month! J
