I can come over quite giddy kipper whenever I receive an invitation and sometimes I later regret that I have hastily confirmed my attendance before undertaking due diligence. Note, I am not talking about the unique experiences born out of my 60th birthday escapade, but rather your standard, ‘are you doing anything next Sunday?/would you…
Tag: #midlife
Bollygood
You will have wondered how I have been ploughing my way through my smorgasbord of birthday experiences – each adventure gifted to me on the event of my 60th birthday after some shameless begging of chums to treat me to something that I may not have experienced before. In my defence, I was extremely broke…
Outside In
Far be it for me to write the script for ‘Inside Out 3’, but after watching ‘Inside Out 2’ (finally), I am excited to start a conversation about the emotions that might be at play inside an older person’s head (I emphasise the word ‘play’ here to manifest my New Year intention to stay positive)….
Mudlarking
I am close to the point of looking back over my shoulder at my sixtieth year. If you remember, I celebrated ‘that’ birthday by encouraging friends to coax me out of my comfort zone and do something with them that they enjoyed but I had not experienced before. I was spoilt with such an embarrassment…
Gluteal amnesia
In the weeks since saying goodbye to mum, I feel both the loss of my parent and the loss of my ally in the adoption of random health and fitness advice – gobbets of information that we accepted without science or reason. Because we were both so accepting of novel and unsubstantiated wellbeing advice, I…
Benched
To stop myself disappearing into a world of carpet slipper domesticity, after finally getting myself into my old/new cottage, I prise myself away for a Cornish mini-break before returning to the school exam season. Away from the Shire I hit the coastal paths of Cornwall and soon become obsessed with the inscriptions on some of…
Nothing to show
I feel pretty rusty as I hit the keyboards today, for I have been silent on the blog front since the Summer holidays and now publicly confess that I have absolutely nothing to show from this self-imposed break. Lying by an Italian pool with my Favourite Daughter back in July, and fuelled by some medicinal…
Be ‘more mermaid’
One of the fruits of many, many years at Boot Camp is my membership of the BMF Ladies’ Book Club. We did not set out to make the club gender specific – the lads just never get their act together and ask us to join – and technically you do not have to go to…
DIY
Since my foray into the world of ultra marathon running (surely I mentioned this to you? Full disclosure can be found in my back catalogue) and a spectacular running fall brought about by tiredness and inappropriate foot wear for mud, I have spent the following weeks recovering and predicting that I may have the potential…
The Dragonfly Jar 