Sometimes I am nothing more than a swearing machine.
Not at work. Not around my kids. Not even in anger or in heated discussions.
But Clairey the Sweary Bear visits whenever I have a weekend away.
While some mums may sneak out and have a cigarette, drink the extra glass of wine, order another coffee or splurge on expensive magazines during a weekend away from the kids, it seems my gutter mouth takes hold and the opportunity of using swear words is too much for me.
I can't hold back.
Problem is, most of my weekends away in the last year or two are blog related, the people at these events don't know me all that well personally, so they may get the impression that swearing is a daily thing for me.
Not good. Not ideal.
By the time a weekend is over I am all sworn out. Returning home with no need to use my gutter trap mouth til the next time.
Apologies to those I travel with, for previous and future outings.
A bigger effort will be made from now on not to blast everyone with my poor habits.
What do you do when you flee the kids? Anyone else like to swear more than usual? Anyone?
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