I’m being watched. Night and Day. Whether I am making the bed, or making love…the prosaic to the absurd (Ahhh, such is my life) I am being scrutinized and judged. And, I must say I couldn’t be more pleased.
I don’t have an original bone in my body. Actually, none of us do since our bones are constantly being re-absorbed and rebuilt in a process known in adults as remodelling. But that’s not what I am talking about. I am talking about how, at the ripe old age of fifty, pretty much everything I […]