It is not in my DNA to quit, but I confess a fascination in some silly season media interest in the coined phrase, ‘quiet quitter’ to define someone who appears to be mentally checking out from work. I have had time to stumble over this phrase because, as a teacher, I am gifted permission to…

I am here to report on the most luxurious of days, a day when I was tethered to the house – grounded if you will – in order to greet the arrival of a lovely man scheduled to fit a new hob. It is the least that I can do for the lovely friends who…

I realise that there has been silence on the blog front recently. In truth it has been a challenging time, but the remit of this blog is to chase the dragonflies when they show themselves and to trust that they will return when they are hiding. Sad songs can say so much but it feels…

In my mid life years I find that my radar is not what it used to be. I have started to doubt my judgement about people and things. Half the time my head seems too full to ‘read the room’ properly. Although my gut grows bigger, my instinct does not. Thank goodness then for apps….

So far I have resisted the temptation to succumb to mid-life body art. I reason that I will ‘do a Judy’ – Dench, naturally for there can be no other – and wait until I am in my 80’s before I allow my body to be used as a canvas. In my octogenarian period, I…

Ever since Jack Whitehall and his father cornered the family travel market, my ‘children’ have been begging to holiday with me. Begging. ‘You have kerb appeal, Mum. You are the ‘right’ age (senior/mature) to contrast with us – in the the prime of adult youth – and you are so beautifully inept at travel that…

It is not unheard of for a teacher to be on their knees at the end of term. We soldier on, knowing that the WFH crew has no time – or inclination – to cry our pity party. In the words of Favourite Man, ‘You are a tired – and quite frankly, grouchy and unlikeable…

I have spent a lot of time with my 95 year old mother of late and know the value that she brings to my life. I also know how tough Mother’s Day can be for those who are missing their mothers; those who are missing their children; those with mothers who are unwell and those…

It is hard navigating through these mid-life years with humour and irreverence, but now I need to negotiate some additional hurdles – namely social etiquette and punctuality. I fear I have been reprogrammed to become quite rude over the past two years. I am now noticing my inability to be punctual, my struggle to be…