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

Friday, January 22, 2010

22 January - Haiti & Tits

Yes I know, a strange pairing for a post title. Remember my dashing surgeon, Dr S? The one who flies to all the disasters in the world to fix them? Just got an out of the blue text from him. Of course you have to have a certain personality to be able to work surrounded by death and you have no time to be sentimental. We've all seen the TV programmes about E&R, Nurse Jackie etc and they're always funny ha ha the doctors, right?

“Just met an Italian aid worker in Haiti who looks like you – lovely tits too”.

I replied asking how many limbs has he had to amputate so far. You know, just to dash his little fantasies about tits... he's in a disaster zone for godssakes. Men...

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