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

Thursday, November 22, 2007

21 November - Toes & Lovers

The BF was away for a few nights, so I emailed a friend to say it was nice to be alone and that I caught up with lots of stuff (not necessarily interesting, sometimes i just love to re-fold the scarves in my scarves box or try on the leather gloves I forget to wear outside, that kind of thing) and that I painted my toenails.

She emails back to say she had hers sucked by her gentleman lover who was visiting from abroad.

Ah well. My turn to be stunned into silence.

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