What I'm up to

A window into my world...

Here’s a selection of scribblings in which I peel all the way down to my emotional underwear – a psychological striptease that occasionally reveals all.

Iceland is awesome!

The worst thing about getting older is becoming vague, I mean, sometimes in the middle of a sentence I….. Is this happening to you? Do you spend hours looking for your glasses which you finally locate on top your head? My synapses are definitely not firing on all cerebral cylinders. For example, it recently took me an hour and a half to watch “60 Minutes”.

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Male vanity

Hmmm, what’s that big, hairy thing blocking your view of the bathroom mirror? Wait, could it be… your husband? Yep. Most probably. Thanks to the pandemic, men are getting love bites on their mirrors. Latest research reveals that the male of the species is currently spending more time in the bathroom beautifying himself than his female partner.

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No more fashion faux pas’ for middle aged women

For our mothers, turning 50 meant surrendering to medical support hose and orthopaedic footwear, whiling away the hours knitting her own bus pass. Deemed to have passed her “amuse by” dates, the middle-aged woman suddenly became a runner-up in the human race ; overlooked for promotion and seated down table at dinner parties.

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Vitamin S Injections

My lips have lost weight. I’m not kidding. They’re getting thinner. Not from sanctimonious disapproval but from over-exercise. The amount of chortling and chatting I’ve done since London’s lockdown eased is marathon-level. I may need to put a little sweat band on my upper lip.

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RIP Prince Philip

A closet Aussie? Conservationist, controversialist, champion of young people, ladies’ man, larrikin – as the world mourns Prince Philip, Monarchists and Republicans alike can agree that the Duke was a bit of a dude. We really should rename him – the Dude of Edinburgh.

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How to be a domestic slattern

It was a tough call… I really had to steal my nerves, but I finally got up the courage to fire myself from cleaning my house. Not only did I catch myself drinking heavily on the job, raiding the pantry to sneak biscuits every five minutes and cutting corners, (does anyone ever really look under rugs?) but I had a lousy attitude too. I was surly and resentful.

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My books

Read at your own risqué

What do women really want in bed? Breakfast. Oh, and a good book.
If you’re looking for a funny, frivolous yet feisty new read, do slip between my covers. Satisfaction guaranteed.

My rogues gallery

The things I get up to when I should be writing….

I’ve added my fave pics of the people who are my human wonder bras – uplifting and supportive and make me look bigger and better. Plus the odd snap of me too. There may be a few faces you recognise – but nobody two-faced, that’s for sure.

One liners, wise cracks and witticisms

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