MY LEFT HAND

I have had a clicking little finger for as long as I can remember. I think it is because of arthritis. I can never remember which line was the lifeline. Once I met a man in a bar in west London on a New Years Eve who read my hand. He talked about my life very accurately; it was eerie; speaking about my work, personality and family. I wish I can recall what he had predicted for me so I could check to see if it had-or will- come to light.

I have Revlon nailvarnish on. I have about 30 nailvarnishes and as soon as it becomes chipped I put on a coat of a different colour. I must admit this is one of my obsessions. I try to match up the colour of the varnish to the clothes I’m wearing but today this isn’t so. I have to reapply my nailvarnish regularly as I go swimming often and the chlorine dissolves it.

My hand doesn’t look like it does many domestic tasks; it looks smooth and young. I’d like to say this is because I wear gloves when I do the housework or use a particularly gentle washing-up but really it is because I’m not the most domestic person.

I have 6 silver rings, which I am not wearing today. One belongs to a friend from Nottingham, she swapped it with one of my sisters, and my sister gave it to me. I would like to go and visit her this year; I keep putting it off, but really I have no excuse.

1/00 WG