Craving the unexpected

I should have grown out of it by now.  In deepest middle age, I should be content to live my life quietly with a comfortable routine and a glass of wine and a choice of box sets to look forward to at night.

For some reason I still have not reached that point.

Last night I out.  Properly.  With high heels and contacts and more than just eye liner on my face.

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