Some of you may have noticed I really can’t spell. Ever since I can remember I have had a bit of a problem with spelling, I loved to write stories at school but was always marked down for the bad spelling, and before the birth of icklebabe, pretty much all I had to write was the ocational cheque!
But now with all this blogging and tweeting my embarrising problem is becoming all too noticable, What about spell check I here you ask? well, I do have spell check in many forms on my computer but it gets very confused when the word I am trying to spell is so far off it has no idea what I’m on about!
My mother has the same afliction, as does my son, thank god for my eldest, Ellie if I ever need anything spelling I go to her. I have to confess school notes are the funniest , she pretty much writes them by herself and I just sign it!
I have to tell you at this point I am really not stupid, I know east-ang-liaaaa is not a seperate country, and I am sure Iceland is a place as well as somewhere to buy suspect sausages but it does make me the butt of many a White family joke.
I’ve just stopped bleaching my hair so I can’t even blame it on my hair colour!
But all jokes aside, I am pretty sure I am dyslexic ( Little j is) and if I am I’m in good company Tom Cruise, Walt Disney, Thomas Edison, Pablo Picasso, Lewis Carroll, Leonardo da Vinci, Richard Branson, Sir Winston Churchill, John F. Kennedy, Steven Spielberg and even Henry (the Fonz) Winkler are all in the same boat so maybe I won’t get so embarised about it. All I can say is if , after 3 spell checks and several re-reads the odd little spelling foepar gets by me, please be kind and continue reading!…..
confused-baby?!