Tausend untrügliche Anzeichen für die schmerzliche Tatsache, dass die Jugend ein für alle Mal vorbei ist
Wenn der erste Teenie Ihnen einen U-Bahn-Platz anbietet, wenn Sie drei Tage brauchen, um nach einem Kneipenabend wieder geradeausschauen zu können, wenn Sie anfangen, Ihre Bettwäsche zu bügeln, und Sie zehn Jahre älter sind als der Spitzensportler, der gerade seine aktive Karriere beendet, dann ist es so weit: Sie werden alt!
Alison Rattle grew up in Liverpool, and now lives in a medieval house in Somerset with her three teenage children, her partner - a carpenter - an extremely naughty Jack Russell and a ghost cat. She has co-authored a number of non-fiction titles on subjects as diverse as growing old, mad monarchs, how to boil a flamingo, the history of America and the biography of a nineteenth-century baby killer. She has worked as a fashion designer, a production controller, a painter and decorator, a barmaid, and now owns and runs a vintage tea room.
What made this author think that it was a good idea to try to dictate to women what they should/should not wear after a certain age?
Anyway Alison, if you ever read this I'm so sorry that you were not blessed with any talents or gifts for writing. I hope you've found your 'thing' by now. Also, your hair cut is ugly.
What a pile of crap! These ‘authors’ have basically copy and pasted every joke, cliche and story about being middle aged from the internet, claimed they wrote a book and had the audacity to charge £10 for it. There’s no point reading past the first page, no idea how they dragged it out for 160 pages
Nice concept and a lot expected to read about it. The start is good and one can see themselves in mirror, however later it gets with other stuff which feels not much relevant to the original subject of discussion. Could have been better.
Some of the things in this book made me smile but it wasn't a book I'd buy for myself someone bought it for me thought it would give me a good laugh, it didn't.
Rubbish. A complete waste of money. There was barely one original thought in this book. All it appeared to be was a collection of other people's work and jokes that somehow related to middle-age. It was obviously put together by two 30-something spinsters that couldn't keep a boyfriend, as much of the content appeared intended for that demographic.