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Adulting is hard. It’s a fun word, like sandwich, and who doesn’t like a sandwich? But the reality of being an adult in the Sandwich Generation is nowhere near as enjoyable as it sounds. Do you remember being a kid and wishing the years away until you could have your own house where you could... Continue Reading →
I’ve had every kind of slipper Sexy leopard print to black I’ve loved them all with passion ‘Cos my slippers have my back * Shoes can be disloyal They will rub and pinch and nip They make your gait uneven Like they mean for you to trip * You don’t get that with slippers They... Continue Reading →
I am very similar to my mum. I am also the polar opposite. The latter is understandable because we are not biologically related, but as an adoptee I revel in the things which connect us, like a love of drawing, literature and perhaps less impressively, clothes and lashings of makeup. Recently I’ve been writing about... Continue Reading →
Toothpicks and hand cream and freshly washed linen, lens wipes and flat shoes, that’s just the beginning. You know you love them so join as I sing, because these are a few of my favourite things… Forgive the ear worm (you’ll be humming Julie Andrews all day), but since I realised how some things which... Continue Reading →
My friends are getting new boobs, and it’s getting right on my... I have enormous breasts. It wasn’t always the case, I was that lanky adolescent who was mocked for having shuttle-cock shaped nipples instead of boobs, but a bit of weight gain and a hearty dose of hormone treatment (I’ll tell you about that... Continue Reading →
If men can have one, so can I I was a precocious child. This is evidenced by the fact I entered a Public Speaking Competition at the age of thirteen with a speech about ‘The Male Menopause’. I was robbed; I came second, despite my talk rousing the audience to guffaws and standing ovation (at... Continue Reading →
Should Menopausal Women’s Husbands be Allowed to be Slim? My husband is thin, I am not, and I hate him for it. We weren’t always like Jack Sprat and his portly wife; in our twenties we were both slim, then in the next decade we took turns at piling on the pounds. He drank and snacked... Continue Reading →
Today I am feeling the love. It could be because I had a great evening at the theatre last night, but I think it’s more likely to be because I went there with my clever, funny, sparkling friend. This glow is not a one off. Now, at the grand old age of forty-nine, I am... Continue Reading →
I went to a reunion 25 years after graduation. Here’s what I learned: People don’t change Kind people remain kind, funny people will still make you laugh, and the same characters will still be on the dancefloor. Unfortunately, it also follows that the dicks will still be dicks. The mildly pompous teen is likely to... Continue Reading →
Project: Fill the Cracks I’m approaching fifty, the age when, according to some, I become unlovable. As I apply my make-up, painting over my age-earned imperfections with concealer (think about that word), I realise my face has become a never-ending refurbishment project. I’m trying to make-good the cracks in the plasterwork which reveal the number... Continue Reading →
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