FOR THE LOVE OF DOGS! The Canines Who Stole My Heart

FOR THE LOVE OF DOGS!  There have always been canines in my life. If I’d suffered from any dog-driven allergies as a child, it would have been really ruff because my parents would have had me re-homed.

The Indiana Jones in Me – Jersey’s Archaeological Treasures

My fascination for archaeology kicked in when I was five, after I found a fossilised gastropod in our Gloucestershire garden. Had I not mucked around during my school years, I can only dream about what my life might have been like as a female  Indiana Jones.

Fast forward to 1981, when I moved to Jersey in the Channel Islands, UK, and  found myself surrounded by archaeological treasures.  From dolmens to menhirs, and La Cotte de St Brelade, which is now viewed as one of the most important Ice Age sites in Europe.

Life Writing. It’s Not All About Me!

The thought of writing a memoir had never crossed my mind. I’ve listened intently as members of my writers’ group read from their life writings.  One member decided to defy convention and sail around the world with her children.  Another lived in India for years to learn the practice of Ayurveda, a form of traditional Indian medicine. Both amazing life experiences. But, consciously thinking about writing about my life experiences might not have occurred to me but, the fact was, I’d been doing it for years.

The Ark in My Heart

I first became aware of Gerald Durrell when someone gave me a copy of one of his books. After reading that book, My Family and Other Animals, I learned that Gerald Durrell had started a ‘zoo’ in Jersey, Channel Islands. As I would find out later, through my own first-hand experience, it was – and still is –  so much more than a ‘zoo’.

LIFE AFTER LOCKDOWN

Let’s face it, 2020 has been a shit year, so far, but one good thing that has come out of it for me, is that it has highlighted the things that are really important.

Tales from the African Bush

Whilst on safari, I lost weight fairly quickly and it wasn’t just to do with the heat. After enjoying a sundowner watching impala gambol happily in the bush, we would return to camp to find them on the dinner menu, which was just too hard to swallow. The only time I have ever been offered a gin and tonic for breakfast at 5.00a.m. was on safari and it was the only time I have ever refused one, sensibly realising I was getting enough quinine in my anti-malarial tablets.

A Wuss’s Guide to Dentophobia – It’s only When I Say ‘Ahh!’

I’ve suffered from Dentophobia, ever since I can remember.  My first dental check-up, aged about five, ended in tears.  My mother took me to a revered dentist in Cheltenham called Dr Dagger.  I kid you not. Since my, ‘oh woe is me, I’ve got a Humpty Dumpty face’ post earlier this week, it turns out thatContinue reading “A Wuss’s Guide to Dentophobia – It’s only When I Say ‘Ahh!’”

Through Rose Coloured Glasses

At the start of our lives, we view the world through rose coloured glasses. We believe and adhere to the pearls of wisdom fed to us by our parents – those halcyon days when everything in the garden seemed rosy enough. As we grow older and start viewing life from our perspective, we rebel. IContinue reading “Through Rose Coloured Glasses”

When You Look Like Humpty Dumpty

I’m a Baby Boomer, it’s Lockdown, and I woke up yesterday with Mumps-like symptoms.  It’s unlikely because I’ve had Mumps. I was about eight-years-old and, surprisingly, I remember my Rubulavirus encounter quite well.  Wandering around in my dressing gown looking like Humpty Dumpty, when I was supposed to be in bed, for what felt like theContinue reading “When You Look Like Humpty Dumpty”

Letting Go

During my life to date, letting go of bottled up emotion is not something I have been particularly good at. 1minute 43 second read.

Lockdown Nostalgia

Yesterday’s post was an inkling that I might be suffering from a bout of Lockdown Nostalgia, and more than just a craving for a night out with friends, or jumping on a plane to get away from it all. I have always believed in drawing a line under things from the past.  You can’t goContinue reading “Lockdown Nostalgia”

Roots

I was born at my parent’s home in Fulwith Mill Lane, Harrogate.  A stone’s throw away from the viaduct on the south side of town.  I remember little about the house, as my parents decided to uproot my tender sapling self, aged three and replant me down south.  

Despite my roots being pulled out from underneath me at such an early age, the draw of the place of my birth remains strong. It will forever be etched upon my heart.

Sabbatical: Taking Three Months Out

In May 2000, I took three months out and went on a much overdue sabbatical. We were travelling light, although my Yamaha keyboard found its way into the boot. I still believed in my abilities as a songwriter in those days. On the back seat of the Mazda, was the ultimate in carefree holiday accessories, P’s fourteen-month-old daughter, G, whose favourite toys were the talking Teletubbies, La La and Dipsy.

New

In response to WordPress Discover Prompts, Day 18:  New, I started this piece in philosophic mode, again.  It really doesn’t suit me.  I’m a humorist, not Eckhart Tolle.  It’s all very well trying something new, in my case, writing in a different style but, not if it’s going leave me looking like I’ve just slapped a pie in my face.

Lockdown Lethargy: Limp Lettuce

This morning, I woke up feeling like a bit of limp lettuce.  The last time I felt like a Butterhead, was after I had run 5 kilometres.

BITE-SIZE

When I was young and slim , I loved granary bread. I bought it fresh from the local baker on the way home from work and demolished it before burning off its calorific content in the gym. 

One day, my love for granary came to an abrupt, crunching end. I enthusiastically bit into a soft slice, excited for the nutty, rich taste to flood my taste buds and bit down onto something hard. A piece of wire wool.

The trauma was too much to bear, and I’ve never eaten granary bread again.

It’s a Twins Thing

School friends are the best. If you had bestie at school, the chances are that you will stay in touch for the rest of your lives. Well, that’s how it was with ‘my twin’ and me. Somewhere between discovering that we shared a birthday and the end of the spring term, we had gelled. 

We shared the same sense of humour, which is always a good start. After that, we never went anywhere without each other. We shared family holidays and supported each other during our early adult lives. The boyfriends, the first tentative steps on our chosen career ladder, as well as celebrating all our significant birthday’s together. The building blocks of a lifelong friendship.

Why I Failed

It all began in my early teens when I was obsessed with writing poetry.  I started learning the guitar around my fourteenth birthday and began writing songs.  It was a natural progression.  I tried to write a rock musical instead of concentrating on my O Levels, which never made it to production.

The Road to Becoming a Domestic Goddess

My pièce de résistance is probably a toss-up between tuna pasta and stew. We have only been lying low for a couple of weeks, but I have already received a few pointed comments wrapped in sarcasm and drizzled with a little innuendo.

I have more cookery books than I have ever cooked anything sensational, so I’ve no excuse, and I am making an effort.

Life Beyond the Bastard Bug

During my supine week, the fug in my head made it difficult to process most things, let alone finish the edit.  I did still retain the brainpower to operate the TV remote, but everything I watched made me cry.

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