As a woman, I’ve often read articles about pampered girlfriends and wives who live a surreal existence surrounded by a menagerie of servants, fast cars, designer clothes and expensive credit card allowances.  Since going out with my Italian boyfriend the expression ‘High Maintenance’ has taken on a whole new meaning.   He demands practical and emotional […]
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“The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there…” begins L. P. Hartley in ‘The Go-Between’. Now there’s a line that’s always stuck with me. You see whilst I might recount the past from time to time – as of course you know  – I don’t like to dwell on it. Why? Well […]
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The Loaf came over yesterday to have some beers in the sun by the river.  We had the nicest time sitting in the late British summer sun and then came home, fired up the BBQ and cooked some steaks.  We watched a movie and cuddled on the sofa under my big cream cashmere throw. A […]
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I live with my 14 year old son and my 27 year old boyfriend, (who is constantly telling me that I behave like a 12 year old). The other night around 10pm my son was still on the phone after 2 hours and when I asked if he was ever going to hang up and […]
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So a question’s been asked. And in answer, the tale I’ve told, am telling, and will tell is where the answers lie to that… But let me widen that debate to all of us who find or have found themselves in the online world for a moment because hey I’ve noticed that it’s been getting […]
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Younger men make great fathers; so great that you might end up fighting over changing the baby’s nappies. My younger lover, J, was shown how to change pooped diapers –as the Americans might call them – by my midwife and ever since then he has shown extreme enthusiasm in wiping shit off baby bum and […]
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Back from Poedunk and I could bite the ass off a bear.   God I needed that holiday.   To say I am ridiculously perky is well… an understatement. Was sooooooooooooooooooooooooo wonderful to see my gorgeous Daddy.    The boys and I spent loads of time with him.  The pool everyday for two hours.  The […]
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I have a new pet. A small and very cute creature has made himself a new home in the exterior wall of my Clapham flat. As flatmates go, he’s not such a bad one: nocturnal, quiet. Occasionally we meet eye to eye: I’m obviously on his territory but after a couple of weeks I think […]
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I met quite the most lovely younger woman the other night but… and yes there is a “but”. Isn’t there always where I’m concerned… Okay so I’ve told you about some of the younger women who’ve previously crossed my path; whether it was that murderously intent French-Canadian, or that rather semi-neurotic ex-model or even Kerry […]
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A few weeks ago I went out on a date with a boy that had been emailing me for a while.   He played tennis.  He was tall.   He was good looking.  Ticked a lot of boxes. But I didn’t let it go anywhere because I was dating The Toyboy.    While I never put up […]
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