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, October 15, 2009

12 October = friends

on the evidence of the many friends who've turned up to visit and wash dishes/help /make food etc, am not at the level of sad old person who dies and nobody finds out for a month. given the toph is around also, i should say am touched by the assiduity of friends checking in on me. to the point that i've wished i could be just left alone with a book (no day time tv for me, can't hack it, seems to be hotwired in my head that i only switch tv on when work is over even when there is no work). how ungrateful can i be i wonder?


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