Diary of Lisa Taylor, reluctantly 42 (and a half)

Or.. 'f.ck me I'm forty.. two.. and a half', though can look 38 on a - not so deluded - good day. Or 'How to reconcile a well experienced mind trapped in a still - but for how long? – youthful body.' Don't have the 30somethings angst/problems, neither have the resigned (?) ageing baby-boomers in safe family territory outlook yet. Here's how I cope, one day all sexy women will get old... but never invisible. © Lisa Taylor 2005/6/7/8/9. Jeez.. so much for the 42 and-a-half delusion

Monday, December 19, 2005

17 December - plugs & weddings

My best girlfriend is getting married tomorrow and I’m lying in the bath soaking away all the organisational stuff pertaining to the maid of hounour/chief witness, and I notice the scaling around the overflow plug. All I want to do right now is go buy some vinegar and get the stainless steel to gleam again. I would even blow some breath on it after and polish it with a soft cloth. A strange set of priorities considering I should either be visualising accessories for my lovely outfit or be mourning the end of fifteen years plus of girlie shenanigans. Tomorrow she’ll be practicing and overusing saying ‘My Husband this and My Husband that’. I’ll practice not saying ‘Come with me, come on, come with me, let’s do it!’ a’ propos of any decision involving not staying in.

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