Recently I arranged to get my hoover serviced. I wish I could say that was a euphemism for something sexy or racy but it’s not. I am genuinely just taking my hoover to be serviced. I was told I could drop it off any time in the evenings and I arranged to do this after… Continue reading Coming of age.
It’s hard to believe but I am about to turn 40. It’s an age that seems to mean something, to define some part of you. An age that divides people in their feelings approaching it and passing it. It’s an age with a whole set of expectations that aren’t very clear. Ultimately any age is… Continue reading Approaching 40, slow down!