I already can’t remember how bad it was, I can’t remember the day-to-day details, but the headlines that drift into my consciousness tell me enough: duvet days turned into duvet months then duvet years; shoes collected dust and slippers wore … Continue reading
‘You shouldn’t meet up with someone you’ve met on the Internet,’ Husband advised.
I started laughing: ‘I know her real name, I know all about her life, I know where she works, and I’ve seen pictures of her.’
‘Some crazies play the long game,’ Husband teased.
You would think at the age of 41 (oh my, it still hurts to say that) I would be comfortable with the label grown-up. But it’s just, well, it’s just I don’t feel like a grown-up, or rather it isn’t how I imagined it would be. Continue reading
There are times in life when the delicious feeling of happiness naturally flows through your veins: your boss thinks you kick-ass, your relationship has a touch of the Beckham’s smugness, you have a group of friends to drink large glasses of wine with, and your next holiday is booked – to somewhere more exotic than Skegness. There may be a few small day-to-day ups and downs, but overall life is good; it’s easy to feel happy.
But there are, inevitably, times when happiness is more elusive, when life throws something nasty your way – and however positive you are – it’s just harder to find your happiness groove. But fear not, I have found the answer!: the ‘dark and twisted’ strategy (I may have to give it a sexier name, when it goes viral). Continue reading