It can be a bit difficult knowing when to tell the truth about your scars and when to fabulate. It all depends on the present situation. I've been helping out with the kids at the local riding-school during the daycamps both last week and this week. They've been between six and twelve years old and naturally I can't tell them the truth. This has led to my lying to the parents as well, plus wearing long sleeves again even on the hottest days. I usually say that I lost control of my bike and went straight into a hedge. I think I've gotten the question "Do you have a cat?" like six times over the past few weeks, both at work and at home in the village. From GROWN-UPS! Some of them don't let go of the issue and on those occasions I just want to exclaim that yes, I have a cat but she isn't the one who gave me these. End of discussion, stop bugging me.

So I am somewhat torn as to how I should tackle this, which feels a little silly since this blog is all about support and encouragement.