If you believe what you read, January should be a mammoth slog to get through. I must be bucking this trend because relatively speaking, January – so far – has been very good to me. I think the bad press January gets arises from the media’s obsession with naming days. If I found myself a…
Author: thedragonflyjar
I'm a fifty something working, single woman, navigating through all the challenges and opportunities that life showers me with - hopefully with a little irreverent humour and realism.
Knee High
Red January (#redjanuary2020) has been going so well, that without lying, I can boast that I have been knee high in physical activity – unspecified – on each day of 2020. This was until yesterday. I was feeling torn because I was due to run the Gloucester Half Marathon today and the habit of my…
I see you as you are
In the spirit of tough love, the new year hoiks Mama J off a very comfortable sofa to honour the ventures that her Autumn self believed would be character building after a month of wanton slothfulness. I am grateful to that Autumn self for two weeks in, January has already ensured my comfort zone has…
Good intentions
The inter Christmas- New Year week is an annual invitation to be in your pj’s powering through a selection box at 11 am and to legitimately still justify it as breakfast. Add some left over camembert and cold brussel sprouts and you can call it brunch. You certainly have no time to write a weekly…
It’s a wonderful life
On the last day of term I realise that I still have deeper depths to plunge on the chocolate orange front. It is the Sixth Form Christmas Review and one tutor group challenges the others to take on their Chocolate Orange Challenge. I am officially teacher tired and tetchy but my interest is piqued by…
Good Sport
When ‘Sports Personality of The Year’ airs on the BBC tonight I will know it is also time to stop pretending that Christmas is a long way off. As someone who loves arm chair athletics, I am more than a little excited to see Dina Asher-Smith and Katarina Johnson Thompson – DAS and KJT to…
Work, rest and play
Now that we are actually in December, I can feel my inner Grinch starting to slowly thaw. The students have a Christmas playlist ear-worming its way through the Common Room and I have reluctantly relinquished THE master key to the Sixth Form store cupboard so that they can unleash the box of tat they like…
In a spin
Now that I am through the petulant, incredible sulk evoked by the hijacking of my birthday by General Election shenanigans – i.e. who is going to want to stay up we me all night on December 11th, when they can stay up all night in cross-media infographic heaven on December 12th? – I have poured…
Shaken not Stirred
I find myself alarmed to discover that today is ‘Stir Up Sunday’. I am not alarmed about the fact that I should be making my own Christmas pudding rather than getting dear Heston c/o Waitrose to do the grunt work, but alarmed that we are actually this close to Christmas i.e. it is the last…
Railroaded
Saturday morning and Favourite Man (FM) has gamely been persuaded to stand at Slough Station at Ridiculous O’Clock (blame my father and last week’s post) so that I can be assured of arriving ridiculously early in London for the matinee performance of ‘Hamilton’. (I know, I know, I am lucky to have seen it once…
