I'm back in the UK over 5 weeks now. How? What? When did that happen? How to describe this feeling, it's surely unique. Returning first to London and then Redditch, the latter being the place I grew up during teenage years and excessive twenties but I couldn't say I'm fond of the place.
One of the best-known superstitions of the western world is today! The idea that Friday the 13th is the unluckiest of days. Do you believe in superstition?
How many of you have put on weight whilst on holiday? Imagine 10 months of holiday temptation and a girl with very little willpower. It is no surprise that my waistline has grown, as have my thighs, belly, boobs... the list goes on. The wardrobe full of elastic waist trousers and skirts doesn't exactly make me think twice about each meal choice either.
The phrase drives me crazy when said in the comparison of one individual to another, that modern society has a sequence of events, pre-ordained and pre-agreed, as we humans age. I don't believe these are destined and must be adhered to or bad things will happen.