Kaiting in the night, monologue

I’m a journalist, I’ve always worked on the radio, I’m “the mobile unit” that’s always on the go. I get around so much that I tune in live from different places, meaning that I get to have lots of adventures. You can’t deny that we journalists are artists too, we do heaps of acrobatics, juggling and the like.

I’m a mum too and I talk about the well-being of cool folk, people we all know. I’m getting older and am nearing the premenopause, or in fact the perimenopause. Yep, there’s nothing I can do about it, and I’m burning up. I’ve gone from euphoria to doing the rounds of the weather chart, and now I’m trying to get back on track.

Time stops for no-one, and for more than ten years we’ve had to look after our mother. Care is enormously important; none of us know what we’ll be like in our older years. Now they’ve put it into pensioners’ heads that they’ve got to age actively, and they’ve gone hyperactive on us.