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There's no hiding from it.... I'm 40 now. For what it's worth, I don't much care and I don't feel any different - what's all the fuss about? Why is thirty-nine one thing, and forty another? Given that a big party seemed unreasonable, foolish to plan in case of some disaster unthinkable in the before… Continue reading RED 40: running for forty days
Some time ago I wrote a post about beautiful imperfections. Recently, my thoughts are travelling along a similar path. There are some fairly well-defined traditional ideas about what is beautiful: blondeness, being thin with big boobs, sunny days, lush green grass, orange sunsets, spotless cars, rhyming words, clear skin, a straight nose, big blossoming flowers,… Continue reading Different is Beautiful
Some time ago I was feeling upset about the idea of being judged by other mums - you know the way we do sometimes. I told my lovely friend S (I've mentioned her before) and she said something that's always stuck with me: "If they don't like what they see, they should turn away." Her… Continue reading Turning Away
Smelly Socks and Garden Peas 
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