There’s nothing like walking home at 5pm on a Saturday afternoon, still wearing last nights finery.

Grown up couples pass me whilst carrying their days groceries. As I walk past the Carlton Gardens there are  families going home, having spent an afternoon in the sun playing “happy families”.

I am carrying a clutch. I am wearing an off the shoulder black top. I have my hair pulled back and the remnants of 22 hour old make up on my face… The sunlight don’t make me look so pretty…..

I thought when I turned thirty a magic switch would go off and I would be a grown up.

I’m actually happy to say that there is no switch and I am still the child I have always been. Trashy and tragic at times, but I embrace all that life throws me.

Bring on the trashy and tragic, I say!