From the brilliant blogchair of Dirty, Naked and Happy.
She says it better!
Welcome to your ringside seat at what might just be the start of my midlife crisis: would you like to share some crisps?
I appreciate that you haven’t been given much notice – it was not well advertised – that’s simply because I wasn’t planning on having one. Definitely not right now.
Touch inconvenient, frankly.
I was, in fact, or so I thought, laying the foundations of being a fabulous forty-something. I had resolutely decided to swerve crisis and do transformation. My subconscious, soul, psyche, IBS, whatever, thought otherwise.
I had begun to eat healthily more often than not, spend a little bit less than our income more often than not, wipe the kitchen floor more often than not (resident mother-in-law would dispute that but she is only a recent resident and has no prior context and she is a superfreak about cleaning so her opinion doesn’t count).
It was all going okay, then boom: I am doing crisis…
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