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, July 08, 2009

8 July - Beauty & Death

A sunny day and it's finally time to get my pedicure in the garden. L is coming over too and it's her young contact from the gym who's coming to attend to our feet. I'm only half listening when she arrives and it's Toph that follows me to the kitchen and askd 'Did you hear what she said?' , 'No'. 'She said her boyfriend died in an accident last week but she's ok doing this today to take her mind off it'. 'Oh'.

I go back out and we start. I don't want to pry but L. is asking Amy how she feels so she tells the story. In a nutshell, boyfriend was on a motorbike and waving hello to a friend when he didn't see a car either pulling off or opening a door and went flying and landed on his head. So far, so tragic. But it's only after he died that she found out he had a baby with another woman and his family was aware of it and somehow they now consier the g/friend with child the official one so Amy is barred from the funeral. She's remarkably even as she tells her story, she can't be more than 22 years old.


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