After Lisa turned thirteen, Elizabeth Galsworthy-Grant turned into a one-woman precursor to Tinder. She became obsessed with finding her daughter a husband, preferably a wealthy one, so she would never have to contemplate that nasty three-letter word job. She could never understand why her efforts were always so unappreciated by her rebellious daughter, with her feminist views and ridiculous mantra...'I don't need a man to complete me.'
I am currently holed up in my woman cave editing the final chapters of my current WIP, Defining Moments. Honing, polishing and pruning. At least that is what I am supposed to be doing and not playing around with the video synopsis.
Then he flashed his teeth as he grinned at her triumphantly having extracted himself from between the wall and her desk. She snapped her top lip shut. Oh my God, the same bloody teeth. It's all got to be a horrible coincidence, I can't possibly be related to him.
Bumping into her soul mate for life, to find out that her ovaries were not shivvelled prunes after all.
She still tried to make an effort on the fashion front but, tottering around in ridiculously high heels every day, was beginning to take a toll on her ankles.
'I'm glad you rang, I’ve got a bit of news for you. How was your flight?' 'News? Good, I hope. The flight was bloody brilliant actually. I met Rory in the departure lounge at Gatwick. He was also headed for Faro and he dropped me off at my Dad's and he... er.. stayed the night...'... Continue Reading →