We hate the Brits? Or we hate the thread about the Brits?
What the hell, hate is good. Stir it up. We hate they once used to be considered wily, devious, untrustworthy, fearsome warriors, far too clever for their own good, stoical in times of stress
sorry where was I?
oh yes, stoical, keepers of the stiff upper lip, at their best in adversity.
Thank heavens those times have gone and we shall live in the land of the whinging pom for ever and ever, amen.
Average would not be unusually tall, short, thin, fat, or good-looking. An average pygmy would perhaps not seem incredibly average amongst the Masai, with an average height of 6 foot. But neither of them would be your average CS member?
Damn. Now the word itself is starting to sound like gibberish!
One advantage of getting older is that one is no longer so dogmatic I no longer dismiss things outright.
However, I would not only let myself down, I would not only let you down, I'd let the whole of CS if I marked that perfect alabaster skin, you're safe.
YES. That's exactly it. Keeping exactly that attitude is what makes every age immaterial - feeling good in your skin is the key to being happy, even if, in my case, the skin is beginning to look as if a light ironing wouldn't hurt
Every now and then it gets pushed in my face that someone judges me on my age but like I said in another comment, I got old in my forties, I forgot the important things, and I got a second shot and this time, I'll remember.
Well, my colleagues treat me as Dorian, the neighbour from Birds Of A Feather, so, swings and roundabouts, swings and roundabouts I'm not really, but not telling THEM that
Oh aye, how weird is that, when you do something your head knows you can do and your body says what? wait! noooooo! - remember that thing where you're pushing a heavy shopping trolley and you push yourself up on your arms and coast for a bit?
Last time I did that my biceps whinged for 2 solid days afterwards. Sheesh.
Look into walking football. It's getting really popular!
Actually I got old in my 40s then I struck a completely unexpected Indian summer in my 50s and it has been an absolute riot and rollercoaster for a couple of years, smoothing out a bit now, phew. You are timeless, Serene, and funny, and lovely, and I want to be just like you!
And now I have noticed a couple of typos (blogs, but probably here too) and that means time to quit, I will have the bailiff sending me a personal message any minute now.
Nanight. Catch you tomorrow, here or on other more exciting blogs which actually get answers to their specific questions ...
RE: CS Dating History
Actually, not the reason I joined. It is the reason I stayed, thoughone lunch date, I left before the end when he said hopefully he had brought poppers.
one sizzling virtual - oh, you said they don't count. Tchah. I'd have left the country if he'd said he was coming to visit, though. Yikes.
one LDR which translated into 6 holidays together.
Now well launched into third year here, and ever hopeful of more dazzling excitement. The triumph, you could call it, of hope over experience
Plus I genuinely do enjoy the blogs and forums and my slightly eccentric but hilarious friends