Hagsnet - the crepey quiche

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Over here all you 40s and fading!

Ooh, ooh, and a half-full hourglass, prominently displayed.

Am I amusing no-one but myself here? Business as usual, then . . . .

And the odd thing is, that everyone kind of accepts you've given up. When we go out my friends agonise over their clothes and are envious of the fact that I will wear the same blue shirt I always do with no thought whatsoever. It's all right, for you, they say, you'll just wear X again. But they don't do it themselves.

What does that mean?

Snort at Face Bra. Motto: "As One That Droopeth" (my school motto was "As One That Serveth" - I don't think they meant me to be serving a tyrannical 5 yr old though.)

I buy in posh shops. The clothes are fine but it is the sucking up that seals the deal for me. I get Christmas cards and everything. I pretend they are my friends.

Bought a nice dress in French connection this morning though.

But you are stylish and elegant, Paggy, and like to swan about.

I would like to be like that, but I don't think it's possible.

Ruby, I'd go demn mad otherwise..madder. I like to inflict myself on rl as well as mn.

I am eating an orange and cranberry cupcake. That is two of my 5 a day sorted.

"Nil Desparandum"

Oo we get those, and from the Chinese and the garage! And we get a calendar from our mortgage person that is just a little too small to use.

Rubyruby - clue is in your name I guess

I'm not stylish and elegant either (never was) I am currently wearing LE (HUge - have I mentioned?) trousers, People tree vest, M&S t-shirt and underwear, clarks trainer things. Real hip and trendly me :)

why don't you go out, ruby?

Going out is fun. You can drink too much and behave inappropriately and pretend you're not far too old for it all. Until the morning.

I think the motto should be "No Surrender"

Not till they cram one in a box and nail the lid down.

Hully

I get a bottle of wine from my local Indian (beat that!) and the obligatory chinese calender from the Oriental takeaway. Dp gets a Christmas card from his accountant (who doesn't even bloody hand sign it!)

Wine!

That is so posh.

Actually, move over fashion hags. I'm currently sporting a breton tunic from Peacocks. It's far too big on the boobs and waist, and small on the arse, as everything in there is cut for skinny teenagers, but looks well trendy. Everyone at Miss Miranda's Music Time this morning was ever so impressed, I could tell.

Accessorised by last year's converse-alikes and some leggings, both from Sainsbiz.

I like this quote...
Finally, life's journey isn't to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, worn out, shouting?holy cow, what a ride!

pulchritudo et pertinacia

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Christmas is bad for my ego.
I get cards from clothes shops, my fav coffee shop and a beauty salon

Dh gets hampers, crates of champagne, glass wear, ski trips etc etc from grateful clients.
[sigh]

It is always a grim reflection of my significance in life.

Absolutely, blackduck.

I'm going down kicking and screaming with wine in hand. And I'm taking up smoking again on my 70th birthday if not already dead. Or even if I am.