Life, Steffi Has Learned, Carries On Around

Jules Says There Are Three Things That Make You A Grown-up: An Eight-piece Set Of Matching Dishes; Gin, Vodka And Whiskey In The House; And Making Your Bed Every Morning. I Disagree With Her. I Think You're Officially A Grown-up When You've Got Another Half. When You Don't Have To Live In Fear Of Other Couples. When You Don't Have To Feel You're Not Good Enough.

Every Time My Dreams Threaten To Become Reality, Something Always Happens And I End Up Alone.

As Carrie Fisher Once Said In A Film, Everyone Thinks They Have Good Taste And A Sense Of Humour.

I Do What Most Women Do. I Meet Someone And Some Of It's Right, Maybe He Looks Right, Or Has The Right Job, Or The Right Background, And, Instead Of Sitting Back And Waiting For Him To Reveal His Other Bits, I Make Them Up. I Decide How He Thinks, How He's Going To Treat Me, And, Sure Enough, Every Time I Conclude That This Time He's Definitely My Perfect Man, And All Of A Sudden, Well, Not So Suddenly Perhaps, Usually Around Six Months After We've Split Up, I See That He Wasn't The Person I Thought He Was At All.

Life, Steffi Has Learned, Carries On Around The Pain, Making Room For It, Absorbing It Until It Becomes Part Of The Daily Fabric, Wrapping Itself Around You And Lodging Itself In Your Heart.