I have a Toy Boy

On paper it shouldn’t work: he is 25 and I am – well, not; he left school at 16 and trained as a hairdresser, I took the university route, topping up later with a Masters; he is a family man with two small children and I don’t have a maternal bone in my body.

But in fact, he has become one of the most inspirational people in my life. It started when he popped my fringe cherry about three years ago. I went to see him because I couldn’t get in with my usual hairdresser and so the ‘love’ affair began. He was braver in his style choices – I liked. We also bonded over a phase we were both going through at the time of drinking wheatgrass shots (a phase we have both moved on from!). Continue reading

Life begins at 40

This is it. I am a walking, living, breathing cliché, who is about to ‘start’ life again at 40.

Let’s just say that about seven years ago life took an unexpected – and rather annoying – turn when I became ill with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.

As I come out of the other side, I am ready, ready to, well, just ready.

I have this incredible opportunity to start again – which is exciting – but start again at what? Yes, you’ve got it, here I am on my own personal reinvention tour. Continue reading