Midlife Social Intercourse (In the snow)

Today 12 cm (of snow) stopped almost half the UK population from working.
In fact, almost half the population of the UK were confined in my cafe where I was trying to write dialogue. I was surrounded mainly by women who were mainly younger than me.

And why not?

It reminded me of this poem.
(And remember..... even the snow is Gordon's fault.)


Women of a certain age
Brunching on a winter's day
Coiffured hair and subtle colours
Divorced of course, unmarried mothers.

When 'Girls night out' turns into lunch
Organic takes the place of wine
And therapy the place of sex
That's what the modern world expects.

And as they congregate to go
The 'ipod touches' out in force
The dates put in, the ebb and flow
Of Midlife Social Intercourse.