I love ABBA - wait, I already said that

I'm currently listening to the Mamma Mia movie soundtrack. I love ABBA. It's feel-good music. Mostly, except for that "Our Last Summer" song. I've never been to Paris, but I sure have some 'memories that remain' - and what's to be done with those? Do you squash them down and ignore them, or pull them out and look at them from time to time?

I think you know about the memories I mean - those that relate to the time before. Before kids, before husband, whatever. 'Living for today, worries far away.' Not to say that life is bad now, but oh my GOD how different is it. I spent my twenties and thirties being pretty disreputable (having a boyfriend in a band will do that.) Then breaking up with that long term boyfriend and being 'suddenly single.' With another suddenly single friend. We lived on scotch and cheese and very little sleep. It was around that time I had my first (and only) experience with a penis piercing. My mate and I flew across country on no sleep the day after that experience. The plane's air filtration system must have struggled with the stench of cigarettes, alcohol and general wanton-ness that exuded from the pair of us.

Fun times.

My liver wouldn't agree.

Here I am, baby asleep, husband somewhere playing with computers. Listening to that damn song. Generally I enjoy the moment and look forward. Plus, I'm forty next year and it's not attractive for women 'my age' to carry on too much. Or so they say.

I think it was that damn 50 Shades of Ana biting her lip book that's made me restless.