I continue with my half-hearted research into retirement. This shallowness and lack of imagination highlights my fear of relinquishing the structure of full time employment but also notes the refirement that my fellow silver surfers are clearly revelling in. The long school holiday (previously extensively noted and very richly deserved) provides proof that I am…
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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…
Clapped out
Last week I was feeling clapped out at the end of a long school term. Most teachers would have been feeling the same, but we expect no sympathy, for anyone in full-time employment would trade places with us for the prospect of a six week holiday. Anyway, back to me; my head was full and…
The ‘real’ 1975
From the comfort of my sofa and slippers I learn that the Glastonbury 2025 Friday night headliners have jumped on the band wagon of my youth, ‘My’ 1975 may be older and less melodic but I can confirm that The original 1975 played out to a packed library when we met last weekend to honour…
It’s curtains for me
Loyal reader, buckle up for an update on my cottage. Radio silence on this topic has been born out of sloth-like tendencies on the DIY front and there has been absolutely nothing to report. I have loved my cottage, lived in it and still view it as my sanctuary, but I have allowed myself to…
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…
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…
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…
Nothing to show
I feel pretty rusty as I hit the keyboards today, for I have been silent on the blog front since the Summer holidays and now publicly confess that I have absolutely nothing to show from this self-imposed break. Lying by an Italian pool with my Favourite Daughter back in July, and fuelled by some medicinal…
The Dragonfly Jar 