Flowery's girl

Oh my God! I decided to cut my hair today and wait for it.......... I am now the owner of a brand new fringe. Now I understand this may not sound like interesting news to anyone else but me but please, allow me to elaborate. It all started about about six months ago when I was having my hair done for a play that I was in. My character was supposed to be in her late forties or early fifties and so it was necessary for me to age myself up.When the hair dresser in question was putting up my hair she suddenly turned to me and said without any malice at all "Oh my God, the wrinkles on your forehead are fantastic. How the hell did you get them to look so realistic?" She was absolutely mortified when I whispered "Em, they are actually my own wrinkles, I haven't done my make-up yet". We both started at each other in horror. Ever since I cannot stop looking in the mirror and studying the depths of these lines that I had never even noticed before that day. Fast forward to

I did it! I walked the flora women's mini marathon in 2 hours and 14 minutes and if that doesn't sound like much of an achievement to anyone else, then please keep in mind that I cut the lawn the day before and had to lie down for half an hour afterwards. That is the level of my unfitness. A group of my friends from the mother and toddler group had decided to so it and although I know that the true purpose of the day was to raise much needed funds for various charities, I have to admit that my first thought was 'Yes!!! - an entire day away from the kids and lots of adult company to boot'. I couldn't sign up fast enough. I arrived at the bus with my friend and neighbour Isabel bright eyed eyed and bushy tailed and it was then that we learnt that there was only the two of us and one other girl from our immediate circle of friends who had actually shown up on the day to do it (excuses ranged from illness, to lack of babysitter to "Well, it sounded like fun at the

If you have not already watched the movie Sex and the City 2, then do not read any further as the chances are after reading this that you never will. The following piece is full of spoiler alerts. So like most woman my age I used to absolutely love the television series. It was edgy, funny, quirky, gave a fabulous insight into living in New York and best of all, people could relate to the characters (Who has never claimed to be a Carrie/Charlotte?). I wasn't keen on the first movie as I felt that in order to make it suitable for a wider audience they had to play down a lot of the edginess that made Sex and the City what it was and instead of giving us four, sassy, sexy independent ladies, we were now watching characters that in my opinion had become a little bit like spoilt brats. Amidst very, very mediocre reviews from friends and family, I decided to give the second movie a chance but came away feeling like a battery hen who has been force fed a truckload of corn. Where do I star

It's worse than cigarettes. It' s more perilous than beer and while I don't know any heroin addicts personally, I am pretty sure that the enslavement quality of Facebook must be right up there with it. It is the 21st century's equivalent to peeping through your front curtains into the house across the road from you or peering over your neighbours fence into their back garden to see what they are up to. To concede that you like Facebook is pretty much the same as owning up to liking Big brother. You are admitting to the world that you have no life of your own so you are reduced to living vicariously through other people with the added bonus of being able to share pointless and meaningless information about yourself ("Rachael is getting ready to watch telly." "Rachael is eating a big mac for dinner" - that sort of thing). It is just so completely and utterly self indulgent. It is no secret to anyone who knows me that I have not gone back to work sinc