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: #school
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…
Absolutely no idea
When school broke up for Easter two weeks ago I did not anticipate a close encounter with a deer the day before we were due to travel to my Favourite Daughter’s (FD) wedding venue. My Mini did not fare well in this interchange. I know you will be concerned to hear this news, so let…
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…
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…
Dragonfly flex
The five year plan referred to in my last blog – i.e. my intention to survive January – is going well. It may be time to note some wins before tripping over February’s Groundhog Day and repeating my January pity party. Firstly a shout out to all of us without webbed feet who have survived…
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…
Making history
Since discovering the merits of lunchtime drinking (#lastblogreader), it feels timely to share an update on my day time drinking exploits. I should also note that as the new school term starts on Monday, this teacher promises to put her beer goggles back on ice and will remind herself that she has signed up to…
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 