My one reader must have spread the word about last week’s blog because I have received comments about phone use that concur with my own thoughts that our ‘youth’ do not like the unpredictability of receiving an unplanned phone call from a parent. One friend said that when she called her daughter for a cosy…
Tag: #running
Slow lane
Slowing down is definitely a benefit of growing older and the more wrinkled I get the more pleasure I seem to derive from plodding along in the slow lane. Wake up, be awesome, go back to bed. That’s how I roll (in my head). Instantly I can hear my reader calling me a hypocrite by…
Good legs
If you expect a running blog from me on London Marathon weekend I will not disappoint. I enter dangerous territory with an editorial decision to compare two wheels with my preference for two legs. If you should ever hear me express an interest in swimming, please shut this careless talk down immediately. I have whanged…
Average Secrecy
I am reassured to read in the media that ‘The Average Britain keeps nine kinds of secrets,’. This goes some way to reducing the shame I sometimes feel at not unleashing some of my ‘little idiosyncrasies’ on my unsuspecting reader. Stay with me: there is a research paper from the University of Melbourne and Columbia…
Zen Hen
I am shocked to discover that my preoccupation with nailing the perfect wedding hat for Favourite Daughter’s (FD) Easter wedding may have distracted me from mining a rich seam of wedmin side hustle that could support my teacher’s pension. Thankfully my niece – having recently become a Mrs herself – is much more in tune…
Nothing left to give
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…
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…
The Dragonfly Jar 