Throw momma from the train
Back in the slap again, and I can't tell you how good it feels. But I have seen the portrait in an unfinished state - two sides, with and without makeup. I recognise the made-up side but not the other, so far. How can (most) men BEAR not to wear make-up? It just makes you look so much better.
Do you remember the trailer for the television adaptation of Anna Karenina a couple of years ago? Moody picture of her looking out of a window, and a voiceover saying, "This is not the life I meant to have". I went to stay with a friend at the weekend, plus her three daughters. She often says it's odd how each of us has ended up with the life the other one wanted. I can't help thinking she's got the better deal - well, until the point at which I'm not the one who has to get up at 5am with the baby after we've been out till midnight and drunk nearly three bottles of wine. There are compensations.
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Ah, you knew I couldn't fail to rise to that.
I can't accept that things happen for some grand mystical reason, but I'm prepared to claim that a lot of things do find their own way of working out with time.
Who knows what's around the corner, and wouldn't it be tedious if we did know everything in advance?
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