'Keep It In Yor Knickers'

A raunchy, risqu and comical tale of a modern woman discovering that there certainly is life after divorce and turning fifty.
Adventures and misadventures, sex capades that will leave you blushing, tragedies and the happiness of falling in love all told with a generous sprinkling of humour.

For an Easter break this was an unseasonably fine one. Clear sunny days and balmy nights, this was to be a weekend to remember with the new man in my life, Russell. Easter on the Gold Coast is traditionally wet - all those poor campers on Frazer Island - I can never understand why they chance it.
He had booked an apartment in the heart of Broadbeach, above the ‘café’ strip. Lazing by the pool, walks along the beach, dinner at wonderful restaurants were the plans. Russell had gone to a lot of bother to impress me - flowers on arrival, champagne on ice, strawberries at the ready. We both flittered about preparing canapés and setting out the table on the balcony, both nervously waiting for our guest to announce his arrival. The butterflies in my stomach were trying out for the Red Arrows, I was sure. So I opened the champagne and downed a glass while Russell puffed on a cigarette in the next room thinking I wouldn’t know what he was doing. He had described himself as a non-smoker, but he was far from that. I’d broken my own rule and continued to date him even after I knew he smoked. He had other lovely qualities, I told myself. Hmmm, more about that later.