LIFE IS NOW. CHEERS. 🍒
Apparently, I will never be this age again. Good. It would be terribly inefficient to do 60 twice. But here’s the thing. Life is happening now. Not when I lose five kilos. Actually, fuck the five kilos. They seem perfectly happy where they are. Not when work calms down. Not when I’ve organised my life. And certainly not when I meet a man. I’m not waiting for one. There isn’t a vacancy. I’ve become extremely fond of my independence. My house. My bed. My mess. My remote control. My bathroom. Especially my bathroom. I like a toilet closed. Completely closed. Lid down. Finished. Civilisation restored. In my house, men pee sitting down. I introduced this policy years ago and see no reason to review it. And yet, somehow, given access to a perfectly respectable toilet, a man can still leave the whole thing open like an exhibition at the Tate Modern. Why? What exactly are we displaying? So yes, romance may enter the building. It is not getting a key to my bathroom. If I meet someone ...