I spent some time last week working with a young womens group in my local community. These nearly women are streetsmart and mouthwise and have probably lived more of life on the edge than I care to imagine.
In a conversation that wove in and out of their teenage pregnancies, violent fathers, drinking problems and the joys of vodka and red bull, we got around to talking about what they wanted out of life.
"It's all right for you, Kate, you're always fuckin' happy." Louise said.
"Yeah, when you're fucking sorted you can be fucking happy." Tasha added.
I said that I wasn't always sorted, or happy, and that I'd had quite a bad year so far, but trying to explain the breakup of a twenty-six year year relationship when the girls around you can't keep a boyfriend for more than twenty-six hours was more than a little difficult!
"You need to put good things in your life pie." I said.
"Wassat?" they asked.
I told them that their life should be like a really good pie but it can only be good if the things that go into it are good.
"So if you use crap ingredients then your pie will be fucking horrible?" Tia said.
After discussing the more unsavoury items in their pies they then went on to compile a recipe for a good life pie...
1lb of happy
1 lb of love
8oz of joy
4oz of money
1oz of fucking lovely sex (thanks for that one, Louise)
These women will probably turn out to be better cooks than me!