This one crept up on me slowly, gradually – now it has happened and I fear it’s irreversible…
I shop in the homeware section and push a trolley in the supermarket.
I get annoyed when loud groups of horny teenagers sit near me on the bus.
I use anti-wrinkle cream.
I worry about exchange rates and what to do with my savings. Also, I have savings.
I own more maxi dresses than minis. The fuschia pink miniskirt I once wore to school is a thing of the past.
Here in Abu Dhabi the Pakistani taxi drivers can barely hide their shock when I tell them I’m unmarried – in Islamabad I would have three children by now, they tell me in broken English.
At family occasions my younger cousins remind me that my biological clock is ticking.
And somehow I’ve become a grown up, without my expressed knowledge or consent. Stop the clock!
I want my money back!
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