No one at all can “have it all” without losing something very important. Top business people have no home or family lives of their own, and that is the waste of a life.
The wound on my arm has clotted at last, and I have time to breathe again. I sit in the cool of the sheltered cloister and work my way through another bottle of wine.
My partner has no interest in going to the United States, but I would go tomorrow if you let me. I’m no longer in a position to do solo travelling, but that’s the life I have chosen.
Ah, parenthood: it’s great isn’t it? Except for those times when it isn’t quite.
This is about the bad times: the good times can speak for themselves.
Winged bestiality; aerial barbarism; malign and aloft.
I would eat the flat cake rim before nibbling the cake off the back of the jelly layer, and then eat the jelly.
I’m not sure if I’ve shared this one with you before, but I am a rather bitter and angry person, and that bitterness sometimes spills over in to abject contempt.