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Wednesday, 2 September 2009

Going Home

A jersey dress slightly above the knee, a windy night with spots of rain, a shawl around my head, crossing the road from the last train. A shout from a car pulling up at the lights, around one a.m.

"WOOI!! NICE LEGS FOR AN OLD WOMAN!!"

What I put up with to get out and dance.

5 comments:

  1. The other half told me this morning that my hair had grown out a bit, and I look like "Suzi Quattro, circa 1974". So the hairstyle is not good, but I am infinitely cool instead.

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  2. Luckily he did not comment on the legs, having dug himself a big enough hole already.

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  3. Thinking before speaking is not a strong point for most men I'm afraid. x

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