I am CURIOUS

One thing I miss about work is the gossip. Science staff and technicians are notorious for huddling round the fume cupboard for a furtive ciggy whilst spreading the scandal .

Professors at the University of Oklahoma have ‘proved’ that slagging others off makes you more friends. Be nice and be lonely.

So when does ‘interest’ or ‘curiosity’ become nosiness? It’s a fine line - but I like asking questions and I’m not dead yet.

I read in a novel recently (‘Flight of the Maidens’ by Jane Gardam) that Quakers don’t ask personal questions - even your name. They believe that if you want to tell you will. Eileen’s daughter aged 34 went for a smear test and discovered she was 5 months pregnant. The baby’s just had his 2nd birthday, but Eileen still hasn’t asked who the dad is. Oh and Eileen's certainly not a Quaker.

Neither is Kev - he knows the word blog and he knows I have one. But he doesn’t know where it is or what it’s called. He hasn’t ‘googled’ gorgeous, petite, birdwatching, ex chemistry teacher. Or even shortarsed opinionated pensioner.

I remember a strange film called ‘I am Curious - Yellow'

KAZ