I had a moment of sinking heart this morning, looking for something to wear to bridge the seasons.
I felt a big urge to bin the lot and start again, I seem to have so much black, which I know is useful in winter, but because it’s all reasonable quality it just goes on and on, and opening my winter wardrobe, I felt quite depressed to be seeing it all again.
The government changed women's pension age and called it progress. Did anyone actually ask you?
I miss the woman my daughter was before she lost her husband
