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

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

6 July - Glass & Doors

Clearly it stands to reason/laws of shitty world that if you're carrying in your right hand a John Lewis carrier with 2 cushions in it - yes, I hate the proliferation of cushions and would gladly take part in a stoning party for decorators like kelly hoppen or those other two who declare that on beds one should have 16 cushions arranged in a specific size decreasing fashion, but I have metal chairs in the garden and they mark your ass with a patter if you sit on them w/o cushions - and in your left hand a John Lewis bag with glass vase you bought as thank you gift for your boss's wife who hosted a lovely party for all and you're going through revolving doors and someone exiting pushes them round faster than you expected and you get caught in the mechanism... well, which arm/hand do you thin gets crushed? The cushion carrying one? Yeah right....


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