Tuesday, Oct. 03, 2006 - 11:49 p.m.

Fvcking people. How I hate when they�re right. Just you wait young lady, you�ll see, you�ll want them eventually.

But not in my teens.
Vehemently not in my twenties.
Or in any way through two long-term relationships.

Now there�s the wistful staring and wondering if perhaps it�s now too late.

In the last four days two people have pointed out that the stopwatch didn�t start until I was parentless.

I know the exact moment it hit me � on the plane, levelling out over London, when a toddler wandering the aisle stopped at my seat and stared at me for the longest time. That�s when the enormity of it all became clear.

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