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. Just me and my phone and the internet, watching the election results unfold. 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
Along the top path until we reach the house with the odd dogs. I don't like the dogs. They must have very long hind legs to be able to lean over their tall wall. I'm not sure how they walk when their back legs are so long. It worries me. But soon we're up the… Continue reading Walking Home From Headingley