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…
Tag: #midlife
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…
Identity Leakage
I find myself in need of distraction after binge-listening the ‘Stalked’ podcast series on BBC Sounds before realising that the last four episodes are still to be released. I feel on edge. I am selfishly in need of closure on this investigation; goodness knows how the victim and her loved ones must feel after all…
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….
Cross Cycling
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…
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…
The Dragonfly Jar 