Only men who are not interested in women are interested in women's clothes; men who like women never notice what they wear.

"Come as you are darling!"

Sure... "as I am"... and that quickly translates with "the way he thinks I am". Long preparations may commence. A trip to the hairdresser to cover up gray hair, just a dozen, mind you, but they must go go go! Hair needs a trimming and some conditioning, straightening and a pinch of dipsie dust.

"Come as you are darling!"

Next stop to the beautician for a full face and body treatment. Massage, scrubbing, cleansing, voila! I am led to the till for payment.

"Come as you are darling!"

Choosing the right cloths is always a challange. You don't want to be seen with the same as last time, or the time before. After several rounds in front of mirrors and along imaginary catwalks you start to cry... but when dispair seems to have taken over, there it is... that pretty skirt, those high heeled shoes, that smart pull over... YES!

And then we finally meet. I am the happiest woman on Earth and he is a lucky lucky man.

Better the chill blast of winter than the hot breath of a pursuing elephant.
I like Winter more than any other season. I am planning to move north in search for some ice to cool me down. I have been doing it for the past fifteen years, moving north and the result has always been the same: the temperatures of my chosen country raised. I know they blame it on global warming. Don't make them fool you: it's me.

There are people who bend spoons, others with x-ray eyes, a few lucky can tell you your future, I bring warmth. How cool can that be?

If I were an animal, I would be a winter loving goldfinch. If I were a flower, I would be a hardy pansy. But I am only human.