…lived alone.
…been to North or South America.
…passed up an opportunity to try something new.
…been as brave as I’d like.
…loved in half-measures.
…wished I lived in another country.
…listened to Blind Melon without crying.
…been on a diet.
…learnt how to play an instrument.
…run 10 kilometres.
…stopped being a romantic.
…woken up in a gutter.
…been able to accept injustice.
…read James Joyce’s Ulysses.
…turned down Lindt chocolate.
…wanted plastic surgery or botox.
…tried to contain my silliness.
…walked up Table Mountain.
…trusted women as much as I trust men.
…liked cottage pie.
…been able to hold my tongue.
…regretted choosing love over work.
I’ve never lived alone either. nor have i woken up in a gutter. reasons to be thankful?
By the time you’ve spent your first three months with us, it is our aim to have you running 10km on top of Table Mountain, whilst simultaneously playing the clarinet and reading James Joyce’s Ulysses. [After which you may wake up in a gutter]
i never wanted plastic surgery either – until i had a Kid. now I wouldn’t mind a breast lift. not an augmentation, just a bit of a lift…
on account of how i went from a 36C pert and perfect to a 38DD….and then back to a 36C. not as perky as they used to be before…. 🙁
I have also never liked cottage pie… something just wrong about it
One you should add at some time…
given up.
As for the cottage pie, it’s the mash I just can’t do.