A Full Moon

If you had asked me yesterday about my Walk the Walk MoonWalk 2025 experience my response would have been at best monosyllabic.  Eventually I may have grunted that Oldest Friend (OF) and I indeed felt proud to have completed the 26.2 mile walk around London (from 11 pm throughout the night) but afterwards you would…

Madam Dragonfly

Short blog because I have a long walk ahead and need to conserve my energy for this weekend. My Oldest Friend (OF) and I are off to complete the London MoonWalk together – thereby hoping to nail the marathon distance after my shameful DNF at Brighton Marathon. OF has nothing to prove, she knows what…

Careless whispers

I have decided to share a grumpy senior women vent about a lack of volume control in public places, and I am not just referring to ‘ambient’ music. Before you accuse me of hypocrisy, I freely admit that I shamelessly get some of my writing ideas by earwigging into other people’s conversations – some might…

In denial

My oldest friend is in denial about turning sixty. For once I am ahead of the game (being that much older than she is) and I am able to tell her that she will love every minute. I can also offer my friend the gift of pronouncing to the world that tomorrow is her 60th…

A victory dance

The week begins with the first Year 10 mock examination, and it is not long until I am called out to the girls’ toilets to extricate a student; she has stormed out of her Biology exam in a purple haze after twenty minutes of multiple guess, telling the invigilator to ‘go and do one’. Sadly…

Tequila little time

Since writing about the art of spectating in my last blog, the world has opened up to me in a pleasing fashion; I now have a guilt-free and legitimate reason to watch life pass me by, and some friends have invited me in from the cold to come inside and watch ‘interesting things’ with them….

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…

Branching out

I am back to report that reaching Level 60 in this game called Life is absolutely fab – I can only apologise for my curmudgeonly approach to the Big Day back in December. I am now older and wiser. ‘Reaching 60’ sounds ancient, whereas ‘Level 60’ in gaming terms infers that I have ‘levelled up’ and earned…

My PW

Rain has been the main cause of my quietness lately – and perhaps dark nights, and the fact that I am not a fan of November – but rain needs to take a large share of responsibility for literally raining on every parade I have participated in; it is hard not to take this personally….

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…