Sunday 6 September 2009

The first day

This is just for me. Not expecting anyone to read it. Feel I need a private space for my private thoughts. Have, over the years kept diaries, notebooks and so on but would be appalled if anyone found and read them. Mainly because they are juvenile, ranting, ephemeral and not meant to be read. It helps sometimes just to write verything down to get things in perspective.

I'm a middle aged woman, living in England. I'm married, 2 children both boys. Since I turned 50 I've noticed that I'm practically invisible to people on the street. Young people don't make way for me when they see me coming - I have to step off the kerb or deviate from my path to get round them. I say something in a meeting and it's as if I haven't spoken. I find it very annoying.