I love a car journey – not for fuel price or traffic jam (not a total sadist) but because I love a podcast opportunity. I have ditched listening to the news on my daily commute and, although I am now a poorly informed member of society, I have much lower blood pressure. An open road,…
Author: thedragonflyjar
I'm a sixty something working, single woman, navigating through all the challenges and opportunities of life - hopefully with a little irreverent humour and grace.
A Brood of Hens
As I release you from the tenterhook you will have suffered since last week’s instalment to my Autumn Wedding Compendium of blogs, I feel that my partner in crime – Mother of the Bride (MOB) to my Mother of the Groom (MOG) – will not be offended if I refer to us both as ‘broody…
Weddinquette
Apologies to my loyal reader for it has been a while since you last heard from me. I am currently surfing the wave of weddingitis and enjoying it so much that I have had little time to write since the school summer holiday ended I have been distracted by going for the triple – in…
‘Our Back Yard’
I kick in with a strong dose of grumpy ‘mature’ woman irreverence today. The uninitiated may diagnose my lack of sunny disposition by noting that I blog while still wearing the sodden muddy lycra that is the badge of madness earned from subjecting myself to an outdoor fitness session in a biblical thunder storm on…
Screenior citizenship
I continue with my half-hearted research into retirement. This shallowness and lack of imagination highlights my fear of relinquishing the structure of full time employment but also notes the refirement that my fellow silver surfers are clearly revelling in. The long school holiday (previously extensively noted and very richly deserved) provides proof that I am…
A life of service
This is turning out to be a summer holiday of service to others – thankfully the break will soon be over; I am exhausted. After ‘mastering’ the joy of dog sitting, I move on to offer domestique cycling support for Himself when he decides to complete the Devon Coast to Coast cycle route in one…
It’s a dogs life
For the second time in six months I am gifted with an invitation to dog sit. On both occasions the canine hosts have been so entertaining and ‘their’ home locations so stunning that really it is I who should be paying their hapless owners for these opportunities to be left in charge. At this point…
Clapped out
Last week I was feeling clapped out at the end of a long school term. Most teachers would have been feeling the same, but we expect no sympathy, for anyone in full-time employment would trade places with us for the prospect of a six week holiday. Anyway, back to me; my head was full and…
The ‘real’ 1975
From the comfort of my sofa and slippers I learn that the Glastonbury 2025 Friday night headliners have jumped on the band wagon of my youth, ‘My’ 1975 may be older and less melodic but I can confirm that The original 1975 played out to a packed library when we met last weekend to honour…
It’s curtains for me
Loyal reader, buckle up for an update on my cottage. Radio silence on this topic has been born out of sloth-like tendencies on the DIY front and there has been absolutely nothing to report. I have loved my cottage, lived in it and still view it as my sanctuary, but I have allowed myself to…
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