Category: My Life to Date (and how I’ve Survived It)

My life to date, and how I’ve survived it.  The life and times of Sally Edmondson.
“I’m not someone who has left glittering gongs in my wake, nor have I led an intrepid or inspiring life. I don’t plan to blame my parents for my ineptitudes and failures. I consider myself to be a reasonably intelligent person, although some might say, I am delightfully vague. Either way, I’ve always been quite capable of cocking up my own life, without parental intervention or outside influence.’

GRAMMARLY – A Sort of Review

I am grateful to Word Press for introducing me to Grammarly.

I have been resisting the temptation to buy it and download it onto my Mac, having successfully convinced myself that I would buy it as some sort of reward after I

a) Got shortlisted for a competition or

b) Found myself an agent

The Morning After the Stockpile

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.

Life Beyond the Menopause

And when you reach that woman of a certain age status, you’re body is hijacked by menopausal madness. Suddenly you’re itchy, bitchy, sweaty, sleepy, bloated and psycho as your oestrogen levels plummet.

My Life to Date and How I Survived It: Hangover from Hell

It was hot and steamy on the makeshift dance floor as I swilled what I thought was a lot of bitter lemon with a little gin, but the bitter lemon disguised a lethal cocktail of various spirits. With my sound system set to max volume, Tina Turner’s Nutbush City Limits began to sound hollow and distant as my surroundings blurred and my speech slurred. I managed to make it upstairs to the bathroom where, kneeling in front of the lavatory, I projectile vomited the fermenting brew inside my stomach.

Boarding School Badass

What was going on in my teenage brain is unfathomable to me now.  I was driven by the overwhelming desire to be expelled so I could spend more time with my dog and my horse.The only teacher that had any control over me was my English teacher, but only from the day, he asked us to write a poem.  I wrote hundreds, then moved on to short stories which he helped me get published and I became more focused and a little less defiant.

MY LIFE TO DATE AND HOW I’VE SURVIVED IT: Boarding School Rebellion

By the time I was twelve, I had been at boarding school for a year and had become a bit of a comedienne.  I was the classroom joker, not the brightest thing to be, but I was fuelled by an inner rebellion, which I seemed unable to subdue.  So, I took my anger out on the system.

Bad Start Thursday: Feline Foul Play

Memories of scooping up deceased rodents in the past are ingrained in my olfactory memory banks. Still in my pyjamas, I retch my way to the field, the final resting place of the victims of my killer cat(s).

Fireside Tales

A crackling log fire reminds me of many things.  Loved-up evenings on the sofa in front of a crackling fire binge watching box sets and eating a ridiculous amount of chocolate, without realising it.   My childhood, growing up in an age before Social Media, playing cards in front of the fire during long winter evenings; my big brother and parents always let me win.  As someone who functions much better during the summer months, a burning fire makes the winter bearable, it is the pumping heart of a home.

Winchester Writers’ Festival – Writing Workout – 4th November 2017

I’m in the process of editing the fifth re-write of my novel in progress so there is no better time to give it a kick up the plotline and I cannot think of any better way to stimulate my creative juices than to spend a day in the company of:

RANDOM EXCERPTS – Love not Lust – 1980

It was love, not lust, because I missed him every second we were apart.  Counting the days and hours until he returned every weekend. I spent a year in that dreamy lovesick state of mind, until I found out from a friend that the love of my life was living with someone else during the week.

Carpe Diem – New Year’s Resolution to Start Blogging Again

Cassie The Blog Dog and I have just been for a walk. Cassie to burn off some her exuberant joie de vivre and me to burn off the calories and the after effects of last night’s plummy little Merlot. The sun was out, albeit a watery glow in the sky. I walked and she tore through the fields like a gazelle about to go into orbit. She is a joy to watch and I wish I had an nth of her va va voom.

Mixed Emotions

Harrogate is where my roots are.  It’s the place of my birth and Betty’s Tea Rooms, where punters queue around the corner to get a table.  A place for me that fuels mixed emotions.  I feel warm and secure when I am there, yet I don’t go back as often […]

My Greek Genes

A few years ago, one of my Australian cousins spent some considerable time tracing my father’s side of the family back to 860.  Would you believe, we are all descendants of Bernard The Dane?  Impressive, huh? More recently I have been delving into my mother’s family history and am already struggling […]

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