Pearls (ahem) of wisdom....

After a non-stop year of jet-setting all over the world, in my painfully glamorous, yet highly demanding job, I find myself now sitting on my sofa, knackered, back in Zurich, watching EastEnders for the first time in forever. First observation is that the title credits are all weird and CG. Or perhaps this is what a super duper massive flatscreen HD TV is for.  Second, Sharon is back, and more retinally-damaging and big-haired than ever (again, maybe the HD?) and finally Jay the kid, is Jay the teenager, and I am worryingly attracted to him, despite being old enough to be his mum (cougar alert).  Add to that that Ian Beale is a beggar - random... and somewhat disconcertingly Kat Slataaaaa looks exactly the same. This, my friends, is the beauty of make-up.

All of this makes me realise how much can happen in a year and how quickly life passes you by (do you like how I draw my deep and meaningful ponderings of life from 'Stenders and Sharon's 'stentions... not that I am shallow or anything...much)...

I also realise that I am mere weeks away from celebrating my third anniversary of being a resident in Switzerland - three years in which my own soap opera has played out (though thankfully I am not playing the part of a beggar or a fat chav - though worryingly I can draw a few similarities with Kat). In that 3 years I have become an auntie twice over, a godmother, been promoted twice and am now embarking on a house move to add the cherry to the top of my glamorous cake. I have dated a married millionaire, a self obsessed has-been DJ, a pharmaceutical nerdy type and an Irish playboy - all of which added their own brand of amusement to my life (whether intentional or not - usually not, actually) but none of which were worth going the distance with - quite frankly none of which I had time for in my fabulously glorious life of fun and excitement.

Anyway - that's all a bit yawn. What I wanted to get onto was this. I was sitting with my good buddy 'J' (true identities have been cleverly concealed) at the weekend, discussing the oh-so-talked-about Fifty Shades of Gray. Which I frankly thought was 100 shades of boring, and she thought was simply great. It was a big debate, which basically resulted in us coming to the conclusion that either I must have been a complete slut in my adult life, to find the contents of the book so, well, nothing! OR she must have been a boring prude for her adult life, in order to find it so interesting and 'boundary pushing'. In the end we decided on being diplomatic and decided that I was just very 'open-minded' and she just 'liked the storyline'.  All of this intellectual chat (which took place over the consumption of a bottle of Laurent Perrier) made us realise that as such worldly wise women, in all topics - not just the Fifty Shades type - we had a duty to our fellow humans to impart our hard-earned knowledge further. Especially here in Switzerland where life can be somewhat more sheltered than on the grimy streets of Saaf London.

Anyway, so in my new time-poor incarnation, my blog posts will no longer be the lengthy ones of yesteryear, with the added paraphernalia of silly pictures and captions. However we have decided that J and I will regularly and concisely be imparting our pearls of wisdom to the blogosphere, as we owe it to the greater good and intellectual evolution of mankind.

More soon...