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..?'.
Perhaps it's something about being in your late forties (forty-seven *cough-cough*, actually), but I've been and gone and done something rash. Don't get me wrong, I have no regrets, I have been living the quiet life - the safe life - for far too long. But last month I took voluntary redundancy from my … Continue reading Mid-Life Crisis!
If you ever read this blog (cāmon, you do, donāt you?), youāll know I joined an all-female choir a couple of months back. Well, since that time, weāve 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-offā¦typeā¦dealsā¦ As you will recall, … Continue reading Sing II (Competition Special)! š¶
I was reading an article the other day (probably more like six months ago, but I couldnāt be bothered to write a blog about it at the time), and it was titled, ā14 Style Mistakes That Will Age Youā. 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 childrenās book ā and I have no intention of writing a childrenās book ā the lead protagonist would be my cat ā 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 donāt 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! Iām 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 wasnāt 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 itās 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 Donāt Know Youāre Born!
