Enough of the doom and the bloody gloom- I’m going to write something frivolous and have some fun.
It’s been three years since I last wrote a list of my crushes- named The Fucket List- Desirables Living and Dead. Maybe I should call it the dinner party list, the top 10 people I’d like to meet or simply, The Imaginary Boyfriend List.
Continue reading “Crush- Imaginary boyfriends – An update”
So you’re now a woman of a certain age. This translates as someone over 40 whose boobs are sagging. Your chin may be sprouting hairs and fine line dots dot your face like a road map. You’re dried up, spat out and invisible. If anyone does see you, it’s assumed you have no interest in sex.
Continue reading “Crush. Fucket List.”