New Born in 1957 when dinosaurs roamed the earth and televisions were black and white. Still New Teenage years. Counting pimples, writing valentine cards to myself, dodging bombs in war torn Belfast. Waiting to be invited to the party. Newish Adulthood. I am the party. Developing a talent for addiction, unfortunate choices and bad hairstyles. Discovering that work is a necessary evil and that marriage is a life sentence without the satisfaction of murder. Embracing contraception with enthusiasm until a dodgy diaphragm left me embracing my son. Counting wrinkles. Renewed No more work No more husband No more Belfast Much more Stockholm Much more love Much more me. SLUTET