TRUE-LIFE
Looking in the mirror, a tired, sad and frumpy face peered back at me. Late 40s, Late 40s, a grandmother. And single.
It was June 2008 and, after two decades together, my marriage was over.
What now?
While I wondered, my two daughters Lauren, 27, and Liz, 26, decided to help me get back in the saddle.
‘Come on, Mum, we're going out,’ they chimed.
Sod it, enough wallowing, time to get on with life.
So, I put my warpaint on and picked out a black dress.
Then, me and my girls hit the town.
Looking around the club near our home in north London, I smiled.
