As we venture into December it feels timely to undertake some active noticing of what is going well. Someone will want to punch my Christmas lights out for starting this discourse, but I have no intention of gloating; this blog is a note to self to stop incessantly sighing and to show a little gratitude…
Tag: #life
An Out Fit
A flurry of requests demand that I continue my weddinglogue series. Oh, ok, back in the real world my best friend asks how plans for my son’s wedding are going and I take this as a shameless nudge to write about myself again. I am more than happy to continue public service announcements for any…
Uncomfortable silence
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,…
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…
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…
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…
Fat Chance
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…
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…
The Dragonfly Jar 