I went clubbing in my jumper

with Amore on the front, flat boots, my reading glasses, just mascara and sick hair.  A cardinal sin for a Brit.  To put it in perspective, it usually takes me three days, four hours and a few minutes to prepare for a night out with notice.  That’s lady maintenence, toe-nails, fingernails, home spray tan buffing […]

I do sometimes wonder

what it must be like on the other side.  You know, the house, the partner, the car, (the kids). It’s all very well and good being single, independent and nipping off to Wales, or London or Paris or Mexico and having complete freedom to do what you want, when you want and not having to […]