Dora’s adorable

I packed the last boxes to say goodbye to my seaside flat this week, and it is fair to say that I have had some spectacular absences of humour in the process.  I blame it on low blood sugar, the three flights of stairs to the car park and the legacy of tight legs from’The…

The decumulator

Not having my sister’s forwarding address, I needed something to keep me busy this week to prevent an unhealthy focus on a year’s absence of her shenanigans.  Sis would have said, ‘go big or go home’, so I go stupidly big and sign up to The Accumulator Challenge (say this in an X Factor-type voice please)  –…

postcode lottery

Rebel that I am, I decided to go late with the blog this week.  I have a sneaky feeling that Sunday will have proceeded quite smoothly without it, but let me explain. I finished the school term with an overly full head and knew that if my sis was still with us she would have…

A doddery week

I was heartened listening to a 20 year old on Radio 4 this week as I fretted my way up an increasingly busy motorway, concerned that I might not get to work on time (remember those days?) and heartily fed up that all my friends seem to have managed to book hair appointments.   When…

masking tape

After pointing out last week that my first port of call on ‘Independence Day’ was unlikely to be the pub, you will be unsurprised to learn that I flexed our newly decreed independence in a different direction yesterday.  Shunning the hospitality industry (worry not, I will be back) and grabbing a mask, I headed to…

Hot under the collar

Back on home turf this week, I feel I can speak with some authority about concerns around Boris declaring July 4th as some sort of ‘Independence Day’.  As we ‘ease’* from full lockdown, admittedly these concerns are all pretty self-centred, but I will air them anyway: I feel sure that other menopausal women will be…

I’m a captive audience

Not really classing myself as a team sport person, I find myself surprisingly interested this week in the tentative return of football and tennis to our screens.  I am strangely reassured to see the return of Domino’s and Renault to our commercial breaks (I draw the line at Bet365 thanks to my Methodist upbringing) taking…

P’s and Q’s

Who knows what phase of lockdown easing we are in right now –  bubble-speak makes for confusion. I like clear rules (I hear you, Monica), but there is a fuzziness about this current phase that makes me worry that I am stepping over lines I can not see. From what I hear, I am not the…

Comparitis

I came out of moth balls this week and returned to some sort of ‘normal’ working life, albeit without many students present.  At least I had a dry run. My clock shuddered reluctantly to alarm again, I rediscovered petrol stations and I noted that I felt almost excited to be in a traffic jam on…

Bear hugs

I think I have mentioned already that I have been keeping a jar of coloured notes during lockdown, all stating people, things or experiences that I have been missing most. My aim – when I am legitimately able to empty the jar – is to remind myself not to take ‘things’ for granted again.  Well,…