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, December 24, 2008

26 December - Cold spells

Ah the joys of a Manchester London done in 3 hours on xmas afternoon. Nobody on the roads, not even the police. Counterpointed by arriving to find boiler does not kick in and one has to wear the new Xmas jumpers and scarves and go to bed early and cosy up.

But what bigger joy than wheeling your suitcase down an empty road on the way to an airport, on the way to brilliant sunshine? Can't beat that feeling, can't beat winter holidays! Nothing will ever make me be here at this time. Hasta la vista.

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