by Fortysomething Fan Girl | Nov 20, 2016 | Arts
A bleak day in January 1994. I am sitting on a toilet seat in the staff loos of the girls’ school I work in and I am crying. A colleague enters and pushes the door open. In my distress I haven’t attempted to lock it. “What’s the matter with you?” She asks. I...
by Fortysomething Fan Girl | Nov 13, 2016 | Family, Talking Points
The pants I am wearing right now are black and lacy, designed by High Street guru, Mary Portas. I paid £15 for them. (That is our little secret, ok?) This pair, worn twice now, has two large holes in the frontal area. They are not there by design, at least, not by...
by Fortysomething Fan Girl | Nov 6, 2016 | Family
When Hamlet moaned about sorrows coming ‘not single spies, but in battalions’ I think he’d probably had the sort of week I had recently. Friday evening began well; the table set for eight, a five course meal at varying stages of preparation, a bottle of non vintage...
by Fortysomething Fan Girl | Oct 30, 2016 | Nature
This weekend, the clocks went back. Friends on social media have been beside themselves with excitement at the prospect of an extra hour in bed. Which makes me think they must be doing something seriously wonderful in that bed; after all, the trade off is five months...
by Fortysomething Fan Girl | Oct 20, 2016 | Family
At the weekend, a post-menopausal friend suddenly dived, mid-conversation, into her handbag, exclaiming, “I’ve got something for you!” How lovely, I thought. A girlfriend gift for no reason! I wondered what it might be. A tube of hand cream? Bag of salted caramel...
