What a strange thing it is when you have spent so long hanging on the shirt-tails of a friend's blog and not being so certain whether a) you wanted a blog of your own or b) how the hell to set it up or c) can I really be bothered, to find a strange event sharpens your thoughts and you say hey, I'm going to do it and if I find like minded people out there who may be interested in my ramblings and /or may put up with my "I need to get this out of my system" and/or don't care anyway - can't afford a counsellor, that you go for it.
Introduce me, I'm somewhere out of disco years, a stunning geriatric who looks in the mirror first thing in the morning and winces. Which brings me back to why I have just opened this blog account.
I went to a Summer Ball last week-end and was subjected to "we have to have a group photo taken". I don't "do" photos these days - be fair, I have never been photogenic so I have never "done" photos - but I was bambuzzelled into it and the dastardly deed was done. The finished portrait arrived some time later and guess what? I have photographic proof now that I was not there at all - my mother was - it was my mother there in my place.
And therefore I decided that now I have spent enough years on this planet trying to be an individual, changing the world, making myself indispensible to mankind, and entirely the 100% perfect human being I should just have sat back 'cos as I fondly remember it, Mum did that already and (by photographic evidence) here I am her!!!
That is why I have opened this blog - to air all my (and probably my mother's) grievances, laughs, loves and just simple idiocies and that that I adore and hence, I am a Lady who Lunches.
