The last blog received the most beautiful responses (thank you) which allowed the FullMoon experience to linger much longer than the lactic acid and permitted The Chelsea Flower Show to take over when Oldest Friend (OF) and I grew tired of reminiscing about our sequinned pilgrimage. What surprised me more than completing the MoonWalk mileage…
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A Full Moon
If you had asked me yesterday about my Walk the Walk MoonWalk 2025 experience my response would have been at best monosyllabic. Eventually I may have grunted that Oldest Friend (OF) and I indeed felt proud to have completed the 26.2 mile walk around London (from 11 pm throughout the night) but afterwards you would…
Madam Dragonfly
Short blog because I have a long walk ahead and need to conserve my energy for this weekend. My Oldest Friend (OF) and I are off to complete the London MoonWalk together – thereby hoping to nail the marathon distance after my shameful DNF at Brighton Marathon. OF has nothing to prove, she knows what…
Dusty bluebells
My love of running has been a little feeble since that recent ‘chance’ encounter with an ambulance. Although I have braved running shoes again, I did not watch the London Marathon from my sofa or download the tracking app for the Manchester Marathon to keep an eye on the trajectory of my running husband. Instead…
DNF
I promise that this running story differs from my usual sanctimonious smuggery. Stick with me and you may even detect some humility. My latest marathon was a first but in the wrong way; there was no Finisher’s t-shirt or medal on account of my failure to complete the course. The only thing that I acquired…
A roll over
I am more than happy with my membership of the ‘Over Sixty Club’; I have veered away from wearing beige knitwear, support stockings and Lily of the Valley perfume and I try not to sigh loudly when I lower myself into my favourite armchair of an evening. However, talking to my nephew and niece at…
I dream of space
I do not dream of space in the sense of Rocket Man, Star Wars or Apollo 13 for I am far too grounded. I like to have both feet on the ground and I am too busy wrestling with the demands of this planet to worry about the space travel needed to find another. No….
It’s not all about me
As my loyal reader will know, I am shamelessly nosey. I like to call it curiosity. When I gifted my future Son in Law a game based around dilemmas I did so in the greedy hope that he would open the game in my presence and rush to involve his nearest and dearest in play….
No words
I have blogged about my mother many times; I always confessed to her afterwards and she always seemed chuffed to hear that she had been my muse. Mum never asked to read the published content – preferring paper I guess – but occasionally would say, ‘no doubt you can use this story in a future…
A gift
I break silence after many months of blog absence to update you that I have finally arisen (albeit dragging myself up in a pitiful fashion) from the ashes of DIY and the depths of many, many removal boxes to publicise my soft launch into official cottage residency. When I say silence, in reality you may…