Some story!

I am still in a Eurovisional haze. It doesn't feel good. Because although I keep myself to myself (mostly) my ears must be the most excellent ears in Malta. Firstly, they're small and so damn cute. Secondly, they listen too well sometimes. I do not want to hear nasty comments about my friends. And if my friend happens to have gone Eurovisioning, I still don't want to hear nasty comments. Why are Maltese people so fickle? Why don't they stick to their guns? But then, we (at least I) all know that opening yourself up to the world of entertainment is opening a big black door to your private life. My twin brother seems very happy about it. Some people seem to know things I never did. One time I was shopping at the grocer up the road. Now I hate grocery shopping with a passion and must have been there because I couldn't do otherwise. People who know me and my twin know that we do not look anything alike, so I can roam the streets in safety, at least most times. There were two other women blabbing about in the store, and of course my ears picked it all up. One was telling another that the lawyer-violinist of Arani Issa fame had knocked up a girl. He had knocked her up the duff. Hey hey hey I was going to be an auntie and didn't even know. Then the woman decides to specify whom my brother had knocked up. Oh, he'd knocked up one of my best friends, the one of Chiara fame. Cool, not only was I going to be an aunt but my best friend was now my sister-in-law. I could see the store owner looking at me and getting pretty uncomfortable. I wanted to laugh so bad. But I wanted to hear more of the story. So my twin and my best friend were having a gunshot wedding it seemed. And I knew nothing about it. So I just shopped and listened and went to pay the bill. And I couldn't help but laugh and say, ermmm hi, this is the twin sister, and nobody is having anybody's baby. They froze. I laughed. And so said all of us!