I’m a twenty-something that has somehow become stuck in a body that will hit the big 60 in 2020. How did that happen? I’m guessing there are quite a few of us that have found ourselves in that position and are asking that same question.
Here on Write Dorne I’m going to try and answer that question for us all. What I’ll come up with heaven only knows, but at the least it should provide a bit of a giggle.
As is the case with this thing called middle age, various parts of me are now sub-standard, some don’t work and other bits are now plastic-fantastic. And 2019 promises to be another year of me visiting the operating theatre, yet again. This time for a replacement knee.
But, my warped sense of humour remains intact and I spend most days laughing at myself, if not I would cry.
On Write Dorne I bang on and on about whatever inspires/ annoys, or amuses me.
So, if you want to witness a few hot flashes and have your ear chewn off with my rants or raves of the moment, you’ve come to the right place.
Thanks for stopping by.