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

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

1 November - Age & Cold

I have a house guest. She says ‘It’s minus 4 this morning out there’ as she gets dressed. I think pah! That’s nothing, am on pre-menopause temperature and feel the cold a lot less than …. ever. Now could be the time to go flash some booty in Newcastle or up North where they go out in Winter wearing vests.
One sat. recently when it first got cold, we were having brunch outside with Toph and his friend AP. At some point whilst still waiting for the warming influence of the first cappuccino and fruit porridge (this cost a fiver a bowl, Nothing Hill didn’t you guess, though Latimer Road side so not that posh), I stripped to my tiny top. The boys said ‘You hot?’ and I inadvertently mentioned the m word as in ‘Am pre-menopausal, this must be what it starts to do to you, am hot’ it only lasted a few seconds, but er… it’s now etched in their brains probably. Luckily they don’t read women’s magazines so they may be unaware of ads for lubricants and homeopathic remedies for loss of desire. Not there yet but dreading it.

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