Have I ever declared to you that I am a list person? Well I am, big time. I write lists all over the place to keep my menopausal brain limbered up and so that I can go to bed feeling I have achieved something. Pathetic I know. I even write things on a list that…
Hairy Stories
Thanks to your steady stream of blog fodder, I realise that Corona is impacting the community in hair raising ways. It is almost as if Trump and Boris got a head start on us; short hair clearly has no place in politics. I feel smug about this. My father’s gene pool gifted me a thick…
And so it goes
My reliance on shameless ear-wigging to provide content for this weekly blog is presenting a challenge. Fascinating though I find my own internal wittering, there is definitely a drought in terms of ‘new’ material. I fully appreciate that globally we have far more pressing issues to contend with, but if you do have time on…
Loyalty in Corona Language
I am an English teacher as you know, so once I absorb the shock of each day’s new Corona headlines, my guilty secret is a fascination in our ability to quickly forge new words and sayings to deal with this pandemic – words and phrases that we didn’t have a few weeks ago. I take…
Every day’s a school day …
This particular week in teaching is summed up nicely in a thank you message from one of our Year 11 students, ‘I hope you stay safe in these uncertain times’: Student turns teacher – we weren’t needed after all. Perhaps young people don’t need a clutch of exam certificates if they can show such empathy…
A bubble run
I am so gutted to see the steady stream of event cancellations in response to Corona. If this news had come straight after Christmas – when we were all willing to hibernate after a frenzy of social contact (some enforced) – it may have seemed more palatable. Now that the evenings are getting lighter we…
Cleaning up social distance
I was too blasé about gliding easily through the January Glums; I can see that February and March are not exactly smoothing our way to a fiesta of Spring sap-rising. I spoke too soon about being through the worst, so I am determined to find some positives in these dark storm days of corona virus…
Are we there yet?
Being a fifty-something blogger, it may surprise you that I have never written about the Big M. Not the Big M in Marathon – obviously I have written far too much about that – no, the Menopause. My lack of noise on this subject is not because I think I should remain silent – indeed,…
Stretcher Case
When I wrote last week about upping my marathon training, in my head I was actually thinking about slowing down. Over the last seven days there have certainly been plenty of opportunities to note that Life sometimes just puts a big road block in your path to ensure she has your full attention and that…
Spandex Speedypants
Confession time: I am out of self-inflicted retirement again and marathon training is mission-creeping my life. I spot my tell-tale anorak behaviours and the snarkiness which always accompanies the pyramid schedule of long distance runs. If you zoned out on reading the word ‘marathon’ I don’t blame you. I am even boring myself. I promised…
The Dragonfly Jar 