The final curtain
MY grandmother died recently. She was 101, and she’d started sleeping a lot; a sign, I’ve learnt, that the end is near.
MY grandmother died recently. She was 101, and she’d started sleeping a lot; a sign, I’ve learnt, that the end is near.
SHE is still. So very still. Amid all the nervous energy and excitement. It defines her. Here, in her house. And beyond it.
POOR old Sinead O’Connor recently blogged that she’s desperate for a man – and, more specifically, sex.
IT’S such a meek little word. Not very fashionable. In some quarters it implies spinelessness, a lapdog-willingness to please.
A PAIR of tweezers is the most important item a woman of a certain age packs on holidays.
THERE are many beautiful young girls around me at the moment – babysitters, daughters of friends, my own daughter.
I have seen the future and it is glorious. It’s called “The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr Morris Lessmore.”
THE fact is, we were far too old for this baby business. It felt like the whole world was screaming at us that this was so.
ALL I want is a bit more equality, OK?
AUSSIE chicks are resilient, outspoken, stoic – and respected for being as assertive as the men.
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