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To have only one Wispa a week, but to really savour it. To become a domestic goddess (ie. do our washing in a timely fashion). How hard can it be? To run a 10k at some point. Maybe we’ll allow two Wispas that week. To only buy clothes that we need. Not want. Need. You know you only ever wear half of what’s in the wardrobe anyway. To understand that the outcome of The X Factor doesn’t really matter. It won’t change the world. Especially if you lament the result but didn’t actually pick up the phone to vote. Not to roll our eyes when the person in front of us takes a fraction of a second too long to get through the ticket barriers. To get fit and pick up some swishy dance moves with Strictly Come Dancersize. To cut out wheat and dairy. Between 9.45 and 10.30 on the third Thursday of every month. To expand our horizons with more foreign and independent films, though still staying true to our Die Hard 4.0¬-style urges. To drink our way through January. It’s a miserable enough month as it is, without denying ourselves one damn good source of happiness. To phone our parents once a week. And if we happen to call when we know they’re out, that still counts. To marry all of Take That. Maybe in a castle or a forest or something and there would be singing and it doesn’t matter that they all have wives (apart from Howard) and there would be cake and everyone else is really jealous and there would be cake. Not to take all their surnames in some quad-barrelled hybrid, though. That would just be silly. To accept that it’s OK to be fascinated by celebrity meltdowns. To accept that it’s OK to be fascinated by chocolate melting.
Posted 09/01/2008 12:21:29 by Women's fiction team with 0 comments.