Bah humbug! I’m just not feeling it. Does anybody else feel the same? I thought getting our tree and decorating it while drinking a few glasses of Mulled wine and listening to Michael Bublé’s Christmas full deluxe special edition, might do the trick. Well, it did, sort of. SIX REASONS […]
If you are like me, planning your long-awaited 2020 summer holiday in Europe will be a priority, but you can forget about bagging yourself any last-minute deals because, travelling in the wake of Brexit and a pandemic, means you need to allow yourself plenty of time to plan your escape from our sheltered UK shores.
A chick, in my book, is a baby chicken covered in downy, yellow feathers up until the age of 6-weeks. I’ve always bristled when the term is applied to young women, and I have always subconsciously disassociated myself from Chick lit, believing the genre to be driven by scantily clad, sex-driven female main characters. I couldn’t have been more wrong and, although I’m not a fan of categories, it’s time to reassess the genre I think I’ve been writing in.
Right! Cute and beautiful is the last straw. I’m an ageing Baby Boomer for goodness sake, and my social media accounts are my author pages. Read my bio! I’m trying to promote my writing, I don’t want a bloody date, okay?
Dominic Cummings has to go! Some may argue that he shouldn’t be in 10 Downing Street at all. The Conservative Government appear to be closing ranks and defending Cummings’s reckless behaviour. So it would seem they have created one set of rules for the entire UK population and […]
I started off 2020 with targets, and have been thrown off course already.
I’ve been knocked for six by some microscopic little bastard that has invaded my body and seems reluctant to leave.
In Jersey and Guernsey, we are only live a short hop from St. Malo and our Entente has been extremely Cordiale for years, thank you very much. Yet the repercussions of Brexit will affect us just as much as everybody domiciled in the UK mainland, not least when it comes supermarket shopping, as all our supplies are brought in by boat.
As for politics…well… I am becoming more incensed on a daily basis. The United Kingdom I grew up in, has never been as divided as it is now.
So how can I call myself a niche-less blogger, if I exclude things that are threatening to disrupt and destroy the way we live. So, my long-term writing modus operandi is about to change and I am ready for the backlash. My Social Media following, such as it is, will no doubt dwindle as a result, but there is something I need to get off my chest.
I am realistic when it comes to travelling. No trip goes without a hitch. Trains, boats and planes rarely run to schedule, they are susceptible to the weather, and they go techie at the slightest provocation. Getting on and off the rock I have chosen to make my home, […]
Disappointment comes in various guises. Bad exam results, the guy you fancy… who doesn’t fancy you and the job you wanted so badly, that you didn’t get.
So how do we cope with disappointment?
Cutting a 20-foot hedge did it for me today… after I had re-booked the flights. It took about 3 hours to cut and clear up.
So, physical exercise may well be the answer to combatting disappointment… not necessarily with a hedge cutter in your hands.
Today I was on the same beach I frolicked on almost 30 years ago. Those heady, carefree days I spent topless, chasing a frisbee, unaware that my pert little orbs were flying free. My svelte, flawless, bronzed body, glided across the ochre coloured sands and dived effortlessly into […]
With just 41 days and counting… nobody said leaving the EU was going to be easy, but nobody said it was going to be a complete musical hall farce either.
So reliant I have become on Word to record my every word, I have now programmed myself to restart and try to recapture that inspiration.
So. Monday. We meet again. We will never be friends – but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership Julio Alexi Genao I have done something fairly major to my knee, so walking is a painful process. I am ‘in training’ for the […]
Remember ladies, don’t forget to pack your SheWee for the ultimate Amsterdam experience … Ja!
Never mess with a depressed GOW who is leaving glorious sun-soaked weather for the rain-soaked UK. The three of us were going through security at Faro Airport this morning and it was not exceptionally busy by their standards, so it was a surprise when a young jobs-worth security […]
Us women still put up with boring sexist crap in the work place, the banter and the inappropriate touching but, when it is headline news and being doled out by the head honchos, it is really is very worrying.
But … yahoo.com reporting that girls as young as 9 are asking the NHS to perform labiaplasty surgery has … just about … left me speechless. Bought up on a farm in rural Gloucestershire, I had no idea what a vagina was at 9. I think my mother probably referred to it as something else :), but there were far more interesting things for me to be doing at 9 than peering at my vagina. I wasn’t a contortionist anyway and I haven’t a hope in hell of getting down there now, but having my labia tweaked has never entered my mind at any stage of my life.
It’s almost the end of February 2017. It feels like it should still be 2016. It’s like I missed a year. 2015 turned out to be my year from Hell, my annus horribilis, so I spent 2016 blinkered, dealing with the fallout from 2015. I did manage to churn out the first draft of my novel during that time, so something positive came out of it.
Sleepless nights these days don’t pose too much of a problem for me given that I no longer have to don a suit and go to work. However, being awake half the night inevitably does has a knock on effect. I get nothing done around the house or the garden. As for trying to pack 20 years of global travel on a budget when you haven’t got the energy to pop out to the supermarket …