Joy acts like a trampoline, everything that touches it bouncing right back off it.

I was told that when you hit forty men stop looking at you. It's true, until you slip on a mini-skirt.

Every friendship goes through ups and downs. Dysfunctional patterns set in, external situations cause internal friction, you grow apart and then bounce back together.

Placing "amicable" and "separation" together creates an oxymoron - we don't usually decide to end a partnership until the very sight of our soon-to-be ex fills us with disgust, misery, agony or a combination of all three.

Like cars, every relationship requires a bit of an occasional service, and fine-tuning should be compulsory.

Reading a book you are not enjoying is a torture not to be undertaken without a reward. I leave plays at the interval, too!

Sustaining true friendship is a lot more challenging than we give it credit for.