When I first started writing this blog, all those years ago, I wrote it with a few readers in mind. One person in particular I hoped read the posts, enjoyed my ruminations and perhaps gained her approval, was my Aunt. I actually don't know how many posts she read. I will never find out now…
Youth Don’t Leave Me
I may well have slipped onto the slide of middle-age and am currently flying past every marker on route. This week's marker was, at first glance, something only the young do: waiting for concert tickets to go on sale to ensure purchase. Then I realised I was over 40 and my chosen concert was to…
Last Night
I have a new best friend, in my dreams. In my dream he is rich and famous, enormously (suprisingly) talented. He lives in New Orleans (surely that should be Memphis) and he wants to be my best friend. In my dream he is Justin Timberlake. Oh woe is me. I have a teenage crush at…
Confessions
December 14th, 2013 "Would you like the same present for your birthday that I got you last year?", "what was it? pyjamas? yes I like new pyjamas", "no, sellotape*" (*that's scotch tape to my American friends) And with that it all came rushing back, the trauma and turmoil of this time last year when I…
Run with the dogs tonight
By the time you reach the grand old age of 40, have children, a family car and some kind of pet you will probably also find yourself living in suburbia. No, you initially won't want to, you prefer the bright lights of the city or the simple living of the remote countryside but there's a good…
Homeward Bound
Youth is a state of mind. I know you know that but it's taken me a while to see it. It doesn't matter how you look (although it helps), it doesn't matter if you are married, single, divorced, have kids, not have kids. Its all in your head, or maybe just mine. You may not…
Here’s Looking at You, Ma
Last week I saw some long lost photos of my family circa 1978. We are not a photo family; my parents’ house has only started resembling a family art gallery since the arrival of the grandchildren; when we were growing up the walls, sideboards, and mantelpiece were photo free. As a result these photos were…
and Counting
Ha ha, had you fooled. Did you think the ruminations would stop post 39? Unlucky (or lucky) for you, the ‘and counting’ might have given it away. The best part is that I will remain 39 (and counting) in the worldwide web forever. Thank you, yes I made it and I am still here – making it…
Boys to Men
An older man is distinguished, he greys with salt and pepper flecks. He can carry off style without the fear of being called mutton, but he goes bald. Unlucky. There’s no disguising age when your once thick barnet is reduced to a bush at the back and sides and some wisps on the top. Men…
Reasons to Celebrate #6: Kids
Like the number 19 bus our children arrived all at once, none for ages and then 3 arrived within 2 short years. Four and a half years on, this in essence means, I cannot speak on the phone during their waking hours I seldom have waking hours outside of theirs I am always the mother…
39 and Counting 