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, February 16, 2010

14 February - E&O lunch

A small fortune later .... lunch with S & D and lovely Toph back from Ghanaiana adventures was declared a success. We said no to Valentine menu. In fact am horrified that all restaurants seem duty bound to buy into that shit at this time of the year. Really... Mr Ricker, repent. Friend who spent the Sunday in Clacton (don't ask) said all the restaurants there also decked out in red with balloons etc but no punters. No romance in Clacton? Or all sorted from night out on Saturday? I'll never know.


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