It serves me right for opening my Christmas present early... a book from my biological mother called "Life Begins... It's Never Too Late to Start Again."
It's about a 40 year old woman who just got divorced, can't move house, has trouble with her 12 year old son and her friend's husband has tried to crack on to her.
Really, I can't imagine why she'd send it to me! I'm approaching 40, just went through a breakup, have a 12 year old dog who's had health issues this year, am ready to move. The only part missing is the friend's husband but I'm sure I can work on that. Perhaps she thought I could relate!
Luckily my instinct was to laugh because otherwise I'm stumped. Also, this is the person who told me I'd "filled out" on my 38th birthday. Always a good idea to tell a woman (in her late thirties) that she's gained weight and what better day to do it than on her birthday!
Not surprisingly the book (because of course I had to inflict it on myself) was absolute rubbish. The woman ends up meeting a new man so of course all is well with the world. She has no career, lives her life through her child, is completely unaware of her beauty and is unable to take care of herself.
Such a shame - I think it could have made a great comedy.
The title made me laugh anyway.
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