Delightful

If I come across as someone who is wishing her life away, please know that behind this Miss Trunchbull exterior, I still chase unicorns and rainbows – and the odd dragonfly. Admittedly, sometimes I get distracted by work, a pesky house purchase and an over-thinking approach to my personal life. On these days the effort…

Reset

Every year I brace myself for the tsunami of ‘New Year, New You’ memes, blogs and reels which chase my algorithms on social media from the moment Big Ben embraces the arrival of January 1st. I am quite partial to a little reset – I am not even adverse to a little nudge in a…

Back up

Since last Sunday, I have been admitting to myself that I have only one more year in which to use my ‘fifty-something’ tag-line on this blog. On my birthday, I wake up to snow – I read this as a metaphorical warning – and decide to make the most of things for another 12 months…

Trail Blazing

As an antidote to property acquisition (do not even go there – I have crashed, I am burnt and I will need the scabs to heal over before I can face blogging about it again), I am coaxed out of my pity party to run my first trail half marathon. Coming off tarmac for the…

A head of uncertainty

I am not looking for a new job right now. I am not even contemplating retirement; carriage clock and goodbye sherry seem to have been kicked offside by the current economic crisis. Instead I have been distracting myself with the recent press coverage excited by the Ministry of Transport’s recruitment drive for a “Head of…

A slow burner

Phew. I have just completed a quiz in a national newspaper, the results of which promise to tell me if I have mid-life burn out. It turns out that I do not. In fact I scored only 18 out of 75 which may mean that I am a liar, but also earns me the encouraging…

A marathon finish

This time last year I promised I would never run another marathon. 0n hearing this news, my small and perfectly formed readership sighed collectively in relief, believing my, ‘I am a marathoner’ running blogs would cease. Although I have kept my promise, they were wrong about the marathon blogs. Stay with me, this time I…

Small Talk

This week Paddy breaks the news to me that he has not read this blog in months because he never seems to get a name check. He feels I have been distracted from my boot camp blogs of old. In point of fact I feel obliged to remind him that we do not attend a…

Quietly quitting

It is not in my DNA to quit, but I confess a fascination in some silly season media interest in the coined phrase, ‘quiet quitter’ to define someone who appears to be mentally checking out from work. I have had time to stumble over this phrase because, as a teacher, I am gifted permission to…

Term of engagement

Speaking to Favourite Daughter (also a teacher) we decide that only teachers can understand the end of term collapse which has to be disguised to anyone outside the world of education for it is unlikely to find a sympathetic audience. ‘Yeah, right, you are feeling tired and emotional because you have got a six week…