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, February 28, 2008

22 February - Le ski c'est chic

Only a few days to go. This time it's red runs or I'm not coming back till I whizz down them with supreme confidence.

Can't wait. Twelve of us. Top luxury chalet in Meribel. We mostly all know each other and are tried and tested in communal environment. Own bathrooms so truly, nothing can go wrong. Unless the chalet girls are eastern european wannabee rich girls. Then again, none of our guys can qualify as a rich guy though one works at Goldman Sachs and all own own property, which must make them a catch. Mmmhh. Maybe it's chalet boys. Should have requested an even spread.

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