It's World COPD Day today, in recognition of people who, like me, suffer from Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease. I was going to go to the gym, in my own personal celebration of continuing to survive this damn thing. But I've been slain by a migraine this morning, so it's sofa and snooze instead. It's frustrating… Continue reading World COPD Day
Anger can easily destroy you. I was angry, I mean boiling-over furious.
I've been thinking about this thing "fitness" a lot. As you know, I have gone back to the gym for the first time in 10 years and I'm loving it. My local gym is great - local authority run, helpful staff, fantastic quality and range of equipment and really friendly users. There's some serious athletes… Continue reading That Fitness Feeling
It's nearly the end of the summer hols and every parent I know went crazy about a week ago.
Being with fellow lung-disease sufferers has made it easier to give up pretending. Being with people with the same struggles has given me a new outlook.
I'm part of an informal group of creative women who are around menopause age. We're all different, we're all experiencing menopause differently, and we have our individual ways of dealing with it, embracing it, and generally living it. Today, a few of us met up to chat about our experiences, share our knowledge, ask questions,… Continue reading We don’t want to feel younger
I hate sport, I've got the lungs of a 90 year old, and I'm terrified of PE teachers, but I've joined a gym.
Election Night All-nighter I'm recovering from an all-nighter. Â Just me and my phone and the internet, watching the election results unfold. Â Now I'm a little weary, and in need of coffee and sweet things. I've never been a member of a political party (unless you count 3 months in a one-horse dodgy Trotskyist outfit when… Continue reading Hoping to be Hopeful
Growing up in the 60s and 70s. Platforms, hotpants, spacehoppers, big hair, weird toys, orange, yellow, short skirts, long skirts, pop music, Tiny Tears, roller skates, magazines..... Everything you needed to be cool. But what if your parents were so anti-cool, they were practically in the furnace? My parents were anti-tinsel. This made the annual… Continue reading Growing Up Weird
I went on holiday. Yes that's right, a proper bona fide holiday. With sunshine, and no work (apart from a phone call from my deputy/son with a query about an order he was processing). Bliss. Seven days with no interruption, no obligations. I don't remember the last time that happened. Years. And sunshine. All without… Continue reading A Week in Cornwall
