Lisa Ives is a serial hobbyist who mistakenly thought those hobbies could be turned into money making opportunities. The reality is a house full of drawers that are wedged shut with business cards from the aforementioned failed businesses. She is now a freelance writer as the start up costs are low.
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At Pf Magazine we love to hear from our readers. This week Janine, quite rightly, pointed out that we haven’t been catering much for our ‘older’ ladies. She felt that she had a story to tell us about what she is experiencing as a woman of a certain age. So we paid her a surprise visit.
As we immerse ourselves in 21st Century technology we find the need to ever leave our homes becoming a thing of the past. Everything we need can be delivered directly to your door. And now a new dating App is doing just that, your date delivered directly to your door.
…She became quite agitated, and a little rude if I’m completely honest, and got through the barrier before I could catch her up again. This time I thought I’d try and speak to the male of the species. I spotted a chap who looked pretty pleased with himself. I thought I’d change tack and start by asking a different question, and lead him to believe he was actually capable of helping me…
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So, after pussyfooting around each other for months you’ve finally asked him out on a date. Although initially a little surprised, he eventually said yes at the point he couldn’t see his computer screen anymore for all your post-it notes. The next step is to find the perfect venue for that first date.
“Tara knew what she needed to do to entice a man. She pulled on her figure-hugging mohair sweater that showed off her shapely bosom and wobbly muffin top. The zip on her jeans wouldn’t go all the way up to the button, but she felt they would easily stay up as long as she didn’t sit down.”
As far as competing siblings went Mothering Sunday for Tara, her sister, and three brothers had always been top of the list.
“You wake up one day and wonder where the best years of your life have gone. Looking over to your left the answer is lying there beside you; mouth wide open with breath that smells like he swallowed a turd in the night. Snoring in rhythm to the depth of your dissatisfaction you realise you are growing comfortably, too bloody comfortably, old together.”