I was worried sick, dear! ‘Where’s David? Or his bags?
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I was worried sick, dear! ‘Where’s David? Or his bags?
MOIRA ROSEThe world is falling apart around us and I’m dying inside.
MOIRA ROSESocial media is an amusement park for clinical narcissists.
MOIRA ROSEGod help us all.
MOIRA ROSEThe last time I felt this emotionally encumbered, I was playing Lady Macbeth on a Crystal Skies cruise ship during Shakespeare at Sea Week.
MOIRA ROSEOne day you will look at those photos with much kinder eyes and say, ‘Dear God, I was a beautiful thing!
MOIRA ROSEDid I used to have a drinking problem?
MOIRA ROSEThis wine is awful. Get me another glass.
MOIRA ROSEYou are bored, lethargic and practically dripping with ennui.
MOIRA ROSENever let the bastards get you down!
MOIRA ROSEWhen one of us shines, all of us shine.
MOIRA ROSEWe have no interest in what’s going on with you.
MOIRA ROSEYou are blind to reality and for that I am most proud.
MOIRA ROSEAre we terrible parents?
MOIRA ROSEI’m positively bedeviled with meetings et cetera.
MOIRA ROSEThere once was a radiant young actress who dreamed of having two sons.
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