Recently, I’ve stopped looking at men. When I’m pottering round the Lanes at the weekend, on the bus to work, or in the park with the dog, it’s not men that catch my eye. Sure, I can still clock a stylish pair of glasses on a whippet-boned face at twenty paces – like the most… Continue reading The greatest adventure
Tag: marriage
A matter of choice
If you write about your life – as a blogger, columnist or memoirist – you sometimes hear the advice, “don’t write breaking news”. Don’t write about an event as it’s happening; hold off until you have even a tiny sliver of time and distance from it. Sometimes this is good advice, but personally I… Continue reading A matter of choice
On love and clutch bags
I have to admit, I’m the worst sort of wedding guest. I’ll joyfully accept the invitation to your matrimonial shindig, and arrive on the day in a new dress, ankle-breaking heels and maybe even lipstick. I’ll neck Champagne, eat lukewarm salmon and stumble ineptly around the dancefloor. I’ll weep openly at all the speeches –… Continue reading On love and clutch bags
Inbetween Girl 