What can YOU say in six sentences?
Barely summat. (Bitterly reminded of a title of a book: ‘when I lay down they disappear’)
Ouch - cleavage and can’t put my arms down by my sides til the baby awakes.
Eleven months ago I woke so happy that I wrote a poem, using the very nice word 'fornicating'.
It began ‘Last night I dreamt I had hip bones again. angular, skin-piercing, teenage taut.’
I put it down to watching lots of thrusting rugby thighs.
This month I find myself remembering his hip-bones. The flatness of his belly.
Put it down, almost, to self-deception, that it was ever thus.
Snowy morning brought on a two-hour school delay, so my son, sick of watching Nickelodeon, started channel surfing and came across the Insanity Workout---oh joy.
Though he might have two hours of bliss before school mother gets no such luxury, so while I made myself a reasonable facsimile of a woman ready to face the day, Jack stared transfixed at the infomercial.
"LOOK how RIPPED his ABS are!"
"Jack...Jack... JACK!" Huh? "That's for people who…Continue
Eduarda was a truly lovely-looking Mexican girl, late twenties, married with a young daughter – what she was doing in dreary Middlesbrough goodness only knows. However we were just grateful that she was our current life model since not only did she have a good body to draw she had an eagerness and a talent for theatrical poses, frequently bringing in shawls and cushions and other props. She was also totally uninhibited, wandering round to look at everyone’s work without…Continue
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Most of us know that it would be a faux pass for a man to kiss or hug a Muslim woman – or even to shake hands with her – even if they are related. But it stops there – because some men believe they have…Continue