Back up

Since last Sunday, I have been admitting to myself that I have only one more year in which to use my ‘fifty-something’ tag-line on this blog. On my birthday, I wake up to snow – I read this as a metaphorical warning – and decide to make the most of things for another 12 months…

Trail Blazing

As an antidote to property acquisition (do not even go there – I have crashed, I am burnt and I will need the scabs to heal over before I can face blogging about it again), I am coaxed out of my pity party to run my first trail half marathon. Coming off tarmac for the…

A head of uncertainty

I am not looking for a new job right now. I am not even contemplating retirement; carriage clock and goodbye sherry seem to have been kicked offside by the current economic crisis. Instead I have been distracting myself with the recent press coverage excited by the Ministry of Transport’s recruitment drive for a “Head of…

A slow burner

Phew. I have just completed a quiz in a national newspaper, the results of which promise to tell me if I have mid-life burn out. It turns out that I do not. In fact I scored only 18 out of 75 which may mean that I am a liar, but also earns me the encouraging…

Small Talk

This week Paddy breaks the news to me that he has not read this blog in months because he never seems to get a name check. He feels I have been distracted from my boot camp blogs of old. In point of fact I feel obliged to remind him that we do not attend a…

Here I go again

It has only taken me 18 tears of teaching to crack a school holiday without burnout. No doubt, my sharing of this newsflash will cause my non-teaching readers to log out muttering, ‘cry me that river, teacher’. I came to teaching late in life and did not adapt well to enforced ‘free time’. This is…

Just keep swimming

Creeping to the end of another school term, my inability to hold focus has started to irritate me. Even on one of my ‘good’ days, Dorey (‘Finding Nemo’) would be sharper than my good self if we were to race each other around the goldfish bowl of life. (Forgive me for not adding a hyperlink…

A January Stretch

I am keen to see the back of January for it has stretched itself out, outstayed its welcome and I am totally done with it. All my usual coping strategies have been flexed and toned to their limit. Because I am still standing, these tweaks must have worked to some extent, however I sense I…