
I'm beginning to think all time is mean time. It should be me-time but that stops working once you're a proper grown-up. Life's a roller-coaster, that what they, isn't it? They're right; we're strapped in, often against our will, and hurtled about until we scream. If we get to the end without throwing up or wetting our pants in public, it's deemed a great success.
I'm not sure I quite want to get off yet but if the ride could slow down a bit and take the scenic route, that would be quite good.
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Jenny Grihault
Just another menopausal maniac hurtling through life and longing for a rest


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