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, April 28, 2010

28 April 40th b'day ash cloud

Aww, poor A. It's his 40th in a nice restaurant in town with a bunch of friends but his partner is slowly making her way up from South Africa no less. They've charted a small plane which has had to refuel en route but as of b'day dinner they're still somewhere over Spain. Stil, another best friend has spent €500 on a cab from Milan to Geneva to get a train to get another train and so on. Effort has been made and the balloons are up. And we have a cousin of the would be new PM in our midst. Swell evening.


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