I wrote recently about dating – or more accurately, the sheer relief of not dating – during lockdown, and the following came out of delving further into that. It’s been interesting to see what happens when your habits and routines are upended, hasn’t it? The things you carry on doing, and the things you abandon with… Continue reading Who says you’re attractive?
There’s nothing like a heatwave to make you painfully aware of your body, is there? After months of jeans and jumpers, a few days of delicious golden heat forces you to pull the shorts and t-shirts from where they’ve been stashed since last August, and suddenly you’re confronted with inches of pale thigh and arm. You… Continue reading In this body
A few days ago, I became one of those awful people who starts a conversation with a stranger on public transport. Ordinarily, I’d say there’s a circle in Hell reserved for these shameless types, but sometimes you overhear a morsel that’s so gosh-darn up your street that you’ve chimed in before you’ve realised what’s happening.… Continue reading Choose your camp?
Drummer Boy and I once had an argument about skincare so fierce that once we’d calmed down, we had to agree to never discuss the topic again. It began when I mused – innocently, I thought – aloud, “I probably know more about skincare than you, to be fair,” and ended with us shouting at… Continue reading On skincare and sanctimony