So then, what with the holidays and all I've neglected to post.

I've been mulling a post (prompted by Alex) on infidelity - but I'm still thinking about that one.

My lovely friend Jane asks me about the drawback to having big boobs. So then.

I'm 40 years old, and I'm still not sure I have made peace with my breasts. Modesty prevents telling you what size bra I currently wear - but well, I tell people it's GG (for Good God!). It was not ever thus, though.

I was a late maturer, and I didn't really get breasts until I was about 14 and a half. I was 34AA for a long time. From there though, something happpend. They grew. And grew. I first became aware that they were larger than average when I was in a play - a fellow actor (a lady) grabbed one playfully and said 'wow - I like these!'. I also had some photos taken, and all of a sudden I noticed that the costumes were...slightly too well filled out. Funny how I just hadn't noticed.

Of course, being about 16 and horribly shy anyway, this gave me a huge complex - and actually, I think I lived with that for a very long time.

Over the year my body has been different shapes and sizes - I once lost six stone - and I was devastated that despite this I only lost one cup-size. For a long time, as the weight fell off my stomach and hips it sat on my breasts, giving me a comedy 'jessica rabbit' figure. I'm surprised I didn't topple over.

And yes, like many large-breasted ladies, they have been the object of plenty of male attention over the years. I guess I've never really understood why some men have such a thing for boobs. I've had boyfriends who were boob men, and boyfriends who weren't. Certainly one of the watershed moments in any new relationship for me is letting them see my breasts without a bra. Far more significant than anything else I think.

Drawbacks, then? For me, it's always having to wear a bra. That despite the most firm corsetry they jiggle and jump when I jog for the bus. That I always have to check tops are low enough in the neck for them. (If I wear higher cut tops it's a disaster).

That somehow big breasts are still objects of comedy. That sometimes still, and even at work, people will talk to them and not me.

That I still, at 40, call them 'my disability'.