I was going to blog about Boxing Day and after, but I have just watched The Pianist and I’m afraid I don’t feel lighthearted. It is incredible to think we only have to scratch the surface of civilisation and all of that wickedness is bubbling beneath; and heroism, too. It teaches me to be grateful for what I have and the time I am living in, imperfect as it is.
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
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