When It’s time for a change, you instinctively know the time is right. Lockdown concentrated our minds, as dedicated health workers around the world became frontline soldiers in the war against COVID-19, while our lives ground to a halt. I’m not sure how we can ever repay them for their sacrifice.
I’ve reached that time of my life when I keep starting off conversations with the words, ‘I remember when,’ which tells me that, involuntarily, I’ve joined the Craft Club. #getting older – 1 minute 51 second read
I am not sure when your dotage officially begins. I suppose it is a gradual decline. You start finding tell-tail signs around the house. #getting older 42 second read
I’ve been stockpiling again, but not in anticipation of a no-deal Brexit, which may, or may not, happen in 10 days’ time. At 7.30p.m last night, a lorry load of our annual supply of perfectly dry logs was offloaded outside our garage.
We have been benefitting from this arrangement for about five years and have always taken a cavalier approach to the storing and stacking of the logs, which we always do as soon as the load arrives and involves a considerable amount of physical exertion.
I was unceremoniously woken by a clap of thunder. When I looked out of my bedroom window, Storm Miguel was battering my peonies and the rest of the garden, which was shaping up to be our best horticultural endeavour ever.
How I wish I’d had a chat with my svelte younger self about eating healthily and told them to keep an eye on things. All too soon, your pert breasts and your taut butt take off on their journey south without you realising.
When I was in my prime, my life revolved around my job. Now, after too many years on the 9-5 treadmill doing something that was never me, I am finally living my life doing what I enjoy doing the most. Working from home, life is great but, having settled into my new […]
Although reluctant to start taking them again as I invariably end up looking like the Michelin man, it seems to be the only way I can deal with my autoimmune problems. After a little over a week, they have kicked in and I feel like a cross between Usain […]
I’ve had a bit of a shock. I looked into the mirror and saw someone looking remarkably like my mother staring back at me. So, if I needed visual confirmation, I’ve had it, I am turning into my mother. Gazing into the mirror in disbelief, my mother’s face […]
I had a couple of glasses of wine last night and I only remembered about Lent this morning after having eaten four biscuits with my coffee. Biscuits and wine. I was supposed to be giving up both these indulgences until 13th April. Too late now. I must try to remember next year. I might have remembered, had I eaten pancakes yesterday, but I didn’t because I am on a diet.
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 …
I never needed to do make lists. I used to juggle my to-do list in my head which was bursting with the ultra-productive grey matter. Now the grey matter seems to have turned into white mush, so I need to make lists but, I also need to remember to look at them. […]