“I want someone to share my life” screams the headline of the Evening Standard. “Prince Harry today spoke of how he wants to find the love of his life to settle down and have children.” My Prince Harry! Ah how sweet. Hope he meets someone wonderful very soon then. Would offer to do it myself but: 1. […]
“Hope you’re getting on OK. I’m sure you are xx” Seb texts at 2.04pm yesterday. Ahhhhhh my darling boy. “Am. Thank you. You?” I say. “I’m fine. Just got back home. Speak soon xx” he says. “Just got home at last. Had such a lovely time, thank you xxx” I text him at 7.57pm. “Me […]
No word from MediaChap since Saturday. Hope he is OK. Wonder if he is cross with me about something. Perhaps he has found my blog or…I don’t know. “Hope you are OK? Cuddle,” I message him on WhatsApp. “Hey, what’s up? You at work?” He fires back. “Just some stuff. Possible lymphodoema in arm, allergic […]
Suddenly, spring is in the air. It’s mid-February and there may well be further cold snaps ahead, but on the walk to my bus stop this morning, the earth is awakening from its slumber. There are purple crocuses out and a blackbird flies past with twigs in his beak: nest-building is underway. And so, my […]
“I couldn’t resist to your smile. Also you’re really sexy. Can I take you out for a tea?” The Tinder message flashes up. It’s from a bright young French thing, age 26. Not sure if am going to meet him yet, but the message makes me smile every time I look at it. The cutie. […]
“Do you like my new coat?” Mum says, holding the coat of my dreams in front of her. It is black, flares out from the waist, a bit puffy. Its best feature is the enormous furry hood. The thing is: Mum doesn’t even like coats. She never wears one if she can help it – […]
“Your blog and your dating efforts both need a shot in the jugular, I suggest you try a different site,” the email says. It’s from a faithful supporter of this blog. Of course, I take the opinions of my readers extremely seriously. Don’t want the blog to bore you. So, this morning, I download OK […]
“Hey apologies for last night I must of sounded a complete idiot,” the message comes through this morning from new Bright Young Thing. Must Have, I think. Oh dear. “By any chance are you available next week instead. I have a deadline on Sunday and fear I may have to work at the weekend. Thought […]
“What are you up to tonight?” The What’sApp message flashes across my screen. It’s from my new Bright Young Thing, the 26 year old architect. Me: Watching “Six Puppies And Us.” New programme about how to bring up a puppy. You? BYT: Viewing properties in South and High Kensington. Me: To rent or buy? BYT: […]
A New Year means a New Bright Young Thing. Have been making a strenuous effort not to plump for lots of chaps in their mid-twenties, but this one seems too good to miss. 6 ft 4 tall, twenty-six years old, an architect and adorably outdoorsy in his photos. Swiping left, almost immediately we match and […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 