The art of dating when you are in your 40’s is a perilous, soul destroying mission. I blame my misfortune with men on the 'fairy tale factor'... That never ending belief that love conquers all and that one day a prince will come.
Reality isn't even close to the fairy tale. Especially when the prince doesn’t just come with baggage – he comes with a bitter, money grubbing ex-wife clinging to his back like a hump.
Thursday, November 17, 2016
I'm off to central Queensland on Saturday...
I've started packing, not much. My sister, who we are going to visit, said it was 41C there the other day... God. I hope the heat doesn't kill me! I think we'll relax; and that's about it.
Hell, there isn't a lot to do in Charters Towers, population is about 700. But my sister is turning the big 60. I don't think I ever thought about having a sibling turn 60. A sixty year old sibling!