Carry on, doctor

The young female doctor looks at me expectantly: “So, how are you?” She asks, politely. Obviously this is her signature opener. At least it’s better than “well?” I’ve seen her before. She’s probably only been qualified a couple of years and hasn’t yet acquired the world – weary cynicism of some of her colleagues. She

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Sports day

Summer sports. You can’t get away from them – once the World Cup gets underway, there’s tennis, the Tour de France, cricket and golf. So, there’s plenty to keep us all sweating on the sofa with a few cold beers. And am I going to be joining in, cheering on my favourite cyclist, tennis player

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Liam/memory block

He rescued me from a situation which probably would have ended with me being punched by another girl. So it had all started off rather strangely. I had been out with a group of people I barely knew. I had just got back in contact with an old school friend, Anne, after several years, and

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The sculpted man

He was so perfect that it was almost as though he had been sculpted from the imagination of someone wanting to create the ultimate male Aryan specimen. Six feet tall, blonde, tanned, with broad shoulders and well-defined, but not over-bulging biceps. When his pale blue eyes fixed on me, I felt myself purr with anticipation.

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Not love, actually

Diane Lane jumps into a lake and frantically swims across to John Cusack, who is sitting in a rowing boat, looking a little bewildered. But it’s John Cusack in all his crumpled, unconventionally handsome glory- who wouldn’t jump in a lake to plead for another chance? ‘Must Love Dogs’ – with the ending described above

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Inge

When I’m 53 I want to be like Inge. She is my 50-something role model. With her toned, tanned body and dazzling white smile, she is a picture of health and happiness. But after 20 years of teaching yoga, she has much to smile about. Not for her the stress and mundanity of an office

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Mad about the boy

It was once a popular belief (maybe it still is) that men reach their sexual peak at 18 while women don’t reach that pinnacle until they are 35. This would suggest that to have a really explosive sex life, we ladies need a toy boy. Having once been in a long-term relationship with someone six

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Wasted on the young

There is an October chill in the air and most people on this Sunday morning will be tucked up under warm duvets, but not me. I am shivering, tired and light-headed sitting on the cold tiled floor of my parents’ porch. The skin-tight black jeans and leather jacket are not keeping the cold out. Why

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Fear of diving

She had sparkling brown eyes, a wide and bright smile and olive skin. I never read anything into the fact that her eyes and smile always lingered on me for a few seconds longer. I just smiled back. I had enrolled on a year-long postgraduate course and met Colette on the first day. It turned

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Over-exposure

It’s a 21st century problem bemoaned by the media, politicians, celebrities and regular folk alike. Many of us are too over-exposed – making our own movies on our phones, taking photos that we regret taking or appearing on in the morning, then plastering them all over a range of social media sites. It’s either that

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Behind the Mask

When one is stepping out with a new squeeze, there are always things one would prefer them not to see…for at least the first few dates. I am not proud of my verruca that won’t go away, or that I have to use haemorrhoid cream from time to time, but I know there are far,

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Now you tell me

Now you tell me, after five years of waiting and hoping, five years which made me question everything. Five years of hurt, self-doubt, endless tears and heart ache. I gave you my body, my heart, my soul. I sacrificed time with friends, time with my kids, time for me. I looked deep into your eyes

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How soon is now?

How long can I wait? How long should I wait? How long is it right to wait. You say it can happen when I think it is right to happen, but I no longer know what is or isn’t right. Part of me wants to hand this decision to you; part of me wants it

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The first date

The worst kind of attraction (if you want to avoid losing your head) is the sort that starts as a minute spark and gradually builds to a roaring fire over a period of time. This sums up the other night. So, readers, I finally met him – XY, as I’ll call him, in celebration of

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Full moon/strange dream

I was at a party in an unfamiliar house. The music was trance-like and hypnotic; the lights were dim with flashes of primary colours. I felt light-headed and carefree; this was clearly a point in my life when I wasn’t weighed down by the burden of responsibility or the need to leave at a specified

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Lust in an elevator

It was my last and only chance to make it happen, the ideal time to do what I wanted, without worrying about what anyone thought, the ultimate ‘goodbye and sod you all moment’ – my last ever day in a job I never wanted, nor needed to leave on good terms. I had taken a

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Firsts and lasts

The first date is the equivalent of doing an audition in front of one judge or having a job interview, where not only do you have to say the right things, but also multi-task by trying to sip a drink, without spilling it, or eat without dribbling, at the same time. I have never perfected

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Cyber crush

Q: Is it possible to fancy someone you have never actually met, merely through the words they have typed on a screen and a couple of blurry photographs? A: It would seem so. But in the relative security of exchanging messages at home, without having to get dressed, speak, let alone spend hours prettifying/planning conversational

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The Italian job

Fabio came and went. There was little remarkable in the whole episode. It was over before it had started. But his passing through did mark one thing – the start of my Italian phase. As Picasso went through his Cubist period, his blue period and African period, so I went through different ‘periods’. There was

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Mountain man – part 2

After my night of wine-hazed passion with S, I awoke in a panic. We had to be ready for breakfast at eight and back-packed and booted for a practice walk soon afterwards. My mouth felt like a dried up dead cat and I was a little dizzy when I got out of bed, but with

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Mountain Man – Part 1

It wasn’t a typical summer holiday, but it was my first trip away alone and I didn’t want to  be lounging around a pool, with no one to put sun cream on my back, or sitting at a sad little table for one, not knowing where to look, as couples around me held hands and

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Time for another party dress

Traffic is not really passing along DSM’s ‘street of love and lust’ – maybe the odd rag and bone cart or milk float, but nothing she wants to flag down. So, I have decided I have to actively seek out another street, somewhere with moving vehicles, even if they are just five-door hatchbacks or vintage

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In the early hours

It was the early hours of the morning, probably one or two – she couldn’t tell, as her alarm clock had stopped working. But it was that period when it was pitch black and everything was still. She had woken up after a few hours’ sleep to the familiar embrace. The arm had wrapped itself

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The transit van man

It wasn’t one of my proudest moments (but then how many proud moments do normal people actually have in their lives?), but I cannot pretend it didn’t happen. Here I was, standing in the back of a transit van, knickers and fishnet tights around one ankle and removed altogether from the other leg, wearing a

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