An author's blog and general musings on weighty issues such as, 'how closely must my breakfast cereal resemble dust before I can open a new packet..?'.
If you ever read this blog (câmon, you do, donât you?), youâll know I joined an all-female choir a couple of months back. Well, since that time, weâve been involved in a competition! So, I thought you might like to hear about my exciting experience of top-level, all-female, fight-to-the-death, choir face-offâŠtypeâŠdeals⊠As you will recall, … Continue reading Sing II (Competition Special)! đ¶
I was reading an article the other day (probably more like six months ago, but I couldnât be bothered to write a blog about it at the time), and it was titled, â14 Style Mistakes That Will Age Youâ. It was a piece that never really stated who it was aimed at, but without a … Continue reading Age Appropriate
If I ever wrote a childrenâs book â and I have no intention of writing a childrenâs book â the lead protagonist would be my cat â Big Girl (aka Slim Shady). As you probably know by now, we have two cats; Slim and Kirby (Little Girl). Slim is the mother of Kirby (i.e. Big … Continue reading The Gospel According to Big Girl
I donât know what it is about 2019 and trying out new things. First there was the choir, and that was stressful enough. Because, as you are by now fully aware, I really hate trying new things. But this week, I joined a gym! Iâm always banging on about how I consider myself to be … Continue reading Gym Virgin
Perhaps a year ago, I mentioned on this blog that I was considering joining a choir. It was a fairly wishy-washy plan that I probably wasnât going to follow through on, but this week, the choir-thing reared its ugly head again. I was the lead singer in amateur bands a couple of times in my … Continue reading Sing!
I was having a conversation with somebody the other day - I don't remember who - about growing up in the 70s. I was born in 1971. And itâs only when you really think back, or your ailing memory is jogged by something, that you start to realise how much times have changed since you … Continue reading You Donât Know Youâre Born!
Ask me what I want for Christmas. Go on, ask. Well, the answer is â I donât know. Beyond some bed socks and a new pair of pyjamas (t-shirty top, flannel bottoms, please), my wants are simple and few. Itâs probably the same for most people my age. If you have a job, and you … Continue reading #mygrownupchristmaslist
