I have always loved September. I have always loved the idea of getting a fresh school uniform and a brand new pencil case (#nerd) – I still do, even though I am now a teacher and no longer need to wear that school blazer. I can see my oldest friend* poised and ready to write…
Legend
I think the excitement about schools reopening and some unseasonal September weather may have weakened my resolve. Yesterday I found myself running twelve times around Bristol Downs after succumbing to Bristol Military Fit’s latest member challenge. I clearly need to work on my ability to say no and my ability to walk away without worrying…
The lady’s not for turning.
School will start back on Tuesday and I feel the need to hold myself to account for what I have ‘achieved’ during the official ‘break’. When I start to write this list (I love a list) I realise that this task will not take me long. Pre-Covid I would have beaten myself up about my…
A pillow case
Hot flushes have been mentioned before in this blog, but I return to this hot topic so that you can stew alongside me. Recently I have been blaming my hot flashes on the unseasonably hot weather, lock down food sweats (not baking that sour dough loaf is spiking my temperature) and maximum teacher-brow-mopping during the…
My tribe
In the literal sense I have no moving moments to share this week. This is because I have vaulted over my removal crates and am now busy organising candles, throws and cushions into random tonal groupings (I try hard to look like I am not trying hard, if you get my drift) as quickly…
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…
