Whilst watching my style icon, the late great Margaret Rutherford in Blithe Spirit last night, I jokingly told my daughter that she was about my age.  A quick check on imdb confirmed that she really was.  It did make me think that women have come a long way in so many ways.  Our lives were over at a much younger age and there were so many things that we couldn't do BUT,  we are under so much pressure to look great at every age and I would have liked to have been released from the tyranny of having to look fabulous all the time by now.

How soul destroying is it when you meet up with some people, sometimes you haven't seen them in ages, sometimes it was more recent, but you come away with one realisation.  They spent the entire time talking about themselves.  Not once did they ask about you, your life or anyone in your life.  Just what is it with some people?  Are they honestly so full of self importance, love the sound of their own voice?  However much they might have going on in their life, it surely only takes a couple of seconds to think 'oh hold on, someone's here with me'.  Jeez.