I don’t 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! I’m 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 wasn’t 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 it’s 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 Don’t Know You’re Born!
Is it just me, or was I badly brought up? Either way, I think it's best to know your limitations; it’s easier on one’s fragile ego to just accept there are things you are painfully deficient at or in (whether it's your own fault or your faulty upbringing). Of course, you should pat yourself on … Continue reading 5 things I’m truly terrible at and it’s probably too late to start practising
My two daughters have turned 18 and 12 this month. It’s a fairly big milestone for both of them, and I thought as the month of July brought me my two gorgeous girls, it would be a nice time to pay homage to them. I’ve said this before in a previous blog a few years … Continue reading Children of a Lesser Adult
When it comes to food, I have been a very, very boring person for a very, very long time. My interest in nutrition (or my struggle with my behaviour towards food) has escalated since I wrote 'Food Bore' in 2016. Team this up with my enthusiasm for fitness, and I am excessively dull. People lose the will … Continue reading Food Bore (this time it’s personal) II
Now, I’m not telling you how to suck eggs, but from what I understand, ‘car boot sales’ or 'boot fairs' (if you're posh) are mainly a British phenomenon. The most similar thing you would find in the U.S. would be a flea market, I guess. In my country, people usually converge on some large … Continue reading Tables ‘o’ Crap!