Political Correctness Is A Minefield

I Went Grey At 12, My Eyesight Went At 17. I've Been A Crock From Very Early On.

Optimism Can Be Relearnt.

I'm Proud Of What I Write And Feel Endorsed By My Readers.

The Back Windows Looked Out Over The Fields, Then The Atlantic, Maybe A Hundred Yards Away. Actually, I'm Just Making That Bit Up. I Had No Idea How Far Away The Sea Was. Only Men Could Do Things Like That. "half A Mile." "fifty Yards." Giving Directions, That Sort Of Thing. I Could Look At A Woman And Say "thirty-six C." Or "let's Try It In The Next Size Up." But I Had No Idea How Far Away Tim's Sea Was Except That I Wouldn't Want To Walk To It In High Heels.

Waiting To Be 'better' Is The Wrong Approach. It's Learning To Live With It.