There aren’t many positives to this COVID19 outbreak. But if I were to look for one, I guess I would have to admit that the pandemic has forced me to pay attention to my garden. Yes, yes, we are currently allowed to go out for our one daily walk, but since lockdown began, we (and … Continue reading The Great Outdoors
When I originally wrote this blog midweek, I was feeling a little more chipper than I am this morning. But day by day, the C-Word is becoming more destructive. More people are falling sick, more businesses are being forced to close, more people are becoming isolated, more plans are ruined, more people are worrying about … Continue reading Surviving the C-Word
*Written pre-COVID19 UK outbreak and subsequent measures* Despite my husband’s protestations to the contrary, I am rarely ill (shut up, husband, I’m not). Since I’ve improved my fitness and began to eat a healthier and less processed diet over the last couple of years, I don’t seem to pick up many viruses. But when I … Continue reading I Told You I Was Ill
Oddly enough, I’ve just logged into my blog for the first time in ages (we won’t talk about that), and today - on the day of writing this blog - 13th February - is the apparently the fifth anniversary of this blog’s existence. So, yeah…that’s…a thing, I guess. I tried updating the look of the … Continue reading Change is as Good as a Rest…
Now, you’d be forgiven for thinking this is just another one of my many ‘ranty’ posts. It isn’t. But that’s okay. Like I say, I forgive you. And although I have been known to moan about stuff, I’ve also been known to write posts about things that make me happy. Well, I did once. Things … Continue reading I.Just.Can’t.Even.
Penned Friday 5th July 2019: I was just considering the disgusting prospect of writing a first draft of this blog on paper (ugh! Paper? What is this, the bloody dark ages?), when the nurse called me in for my consultation. And my two-and-a-half-hour Minor Injuries Unit stint was finally over, with a suspected 'badly sprained … Continue reading (Falling at) the Final Hurdle
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!