Quite frankly I have been shocked at the lack of faith my readership loyal reader has shown in my stickability since I went public about decluttering. I felt – naively it turns out – that by publicising my challenge to match the day of the month with the removal of the same number of items…
Tag: #running
Minimal blogging
I sit on my bedroom floor wondering if I can complete the challenge I have set myself to declutter my life during February; since I am only on Day 8 of this 28 day challenge I may need to reconsider the rules if I want to succeed. I only have myself to blame. This is…
Januaried
Usually I give no air time to looking backwards. I like to boast that I only look forward; ‘no good looking over your shoulder losers, we are not going in that direction’. Then – like every other mortal – I hit January and start showing some empathy towards the two-faced god Janus who liked to…
Prexmas
In this post Christmas lull, I read attempts to rebrand these ebbing days of 2025 as ‘Twixmas’ or ‘Crimbo Limbo’ (No! On every level) These ‘do’ nothing for me. Instead, I make the case for a pre-Xmas mini break – a booster shot to see people through the hinterland of Christmas and New Year. Due…
MOGulations
Here I still float, grinning on the crest of my son’s upgrade into the premier league – i.e. his marriage to my favourite daughter-in-law (FDIL) last weekend – but wondering how best to blog about the occasion without breaking any weddinquette boundaries. Admittedly I have lost my nerve. While I was contained enough to not…
If this isn’t nice, what is?
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…
‘Our Back Yard’
I kick in with a strong dose of grumpy ‘mature’ woman irreverence today. The uninitiated may diagnose my lack of sunny disposition by noting that I blog while still wearing the sodden muddy lycra that is the badge of madness earned from subjecting myself to an outdoor fitness session in a biblical thunder storm on…
A life of service
This is turning out to be a summer holiday of service to others – thankfully the break will soon be over; I am exhausted. After ‘mastering’ the joy of dog sitting, I move on to offer domestique cycling support for Himself when he decides to complete the Devon Coast to Coast cycle route in one…
It’s a dogs life
For the second time in six months I am gifted with an invitation to dog sit. On both occasions the canine hosts have been so entertaining and ‘their’ home locations so stunning that really it is I who should be paying their hapless owners for these opportunities to be left in charge. At this point…
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…
The Dragonfly Jar 