Well folks, I'm going out on a Saturday night for the first time in about 2 years. Its taken half the afternoon to get my make-up on - I'd forgotten how to do it I think
And of course the bed is covered with "can't wear that" clothes. Going out clothes haven't been a top priority in the past 9 years but unfortunately for me, track bottoms a t shirt & trainers won't cut it tonight and that's pretty much all my wardrobe contains these days. And I'm nervous - how can I, who travelled half way across the world on business, alone, every few weeks and stayed in hotels alone, and got to & from strange airports alone be nervous about going three miles up the road to a Comedy & Music club? (Probably because I'm convinced it'll be full of 30 somethings and they'll think someone's Grandma has turned up).
