Author: maxybon74
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Don’t panic…
According to Dr Google it has a name. Cell Phone Loss Anxiety. I discovered I was suffering from this ghastly condition when my phone slid off my knee and disappeared into the dark interior of the sticky cab. For the first time in eight years this essential part of 21st Century living wasn’t within the…
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Our kind of normal
I’m heartbroken. Not over a romantic relationship. I’m married and after twenty years our arguments are generally of the more mundane kind. Not the big old heartbreak, crying and wailing into the pillow kind. They ignite slowly. The way arguments in marriages do. Why has hubby stopped loading the dishwasher? Why is wife not instantly…
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Overheard
I always get a thrill from hearing snippets of conversation…so I’ve decided to archive them here. I hope you enjoy the possibilities as much as I do.
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We’re All Made of Each Other
A few factors made up my decision to sign up to DNA testing with Ancestry.com – the test was on sale, it was past 10pm and I’d finished off my second glass of red (the perfect trifecta of conditions for whipping out the credit card late at night) There was also my long held…
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Tick…Tock
July 2007. This time, nine years ago, I was pregnant for the first time after our first round of IVF. After three years of trying every natural therapy we could get our hands on, we’d done it. There, that wasn’t so hard I thought, and I literally skipped back to the office after…
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I Wanna Be Like You
When I was thirteen years old, I was involved in a threesome. There was me, with my hair-sprayed to death, short, blond, spiky hair dressed in a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt – and there was Sarah and Jane (creative licence deployed with regard to names). Sarah was the ringleader of the group. She styled her hair…
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