24 juillet 2018
13 juillet 2018
Hello and welcome to grandchild number seven! Really! Angèle Julia Rose was born at 8am on 12th July in Nouméa, New Caledonia, which equates to 10pm on 11th July for England and 11pm on 11th July for France, where she will be living come August. Phew, so when do we celebrate her birthday? Whenever it is, I'm wishing her a wonderful life with her sisters Rose and Sophia and her parents Ben and Arouna; welcome little girl.
27 juin 2018
So, I had my first hypnotherapy session today and was not prepared for the emotions it stirred up. I'm not one for looking backwards, but as she wanted some background I started to tell her about my life...by the time I'd finished I'd lost the will to live and she herself was in tears!! I now have three 'power phrases', which are: I am relaxed; I am safe, and I am loved. To repeat at any time I need them. We'll see, watch this space, when I go back I'm taking a whole box of tissues with me.
26 juin 2018
Came across this on Facebook this morning: Introverts don't make friends, they're just adopted by extroverts... It got me thinking: do they mutually seek each other out, the extroverts in order to have a captive audience and no competition and the introverts in order to be able to sit back and watch the show without having to participate? Sound logical to me.
24 juin 2018
What a great film, I was it fits from beginning to end, not to mention that it touched a nerve as well. Diane (Diane Keaton) is recently widowed after 40 years of marriage. Vivian (Jane Fonda) enjoys her men with no strings attached but is terrified of being hurt. Sharon (Candice Bergen) is still working through a decades-old divorce and resisting her daughters' attempts to move her into a granny flat. Carol's (Mary Steenburgen) marriage is in a slump after 35 years and she's desperate to get her husband to fall in love with her... [Lire la suite]
24 juin 2018
We had a nice evening yesterday sitting in the back garden taking in the last of the summer sun: dips and crisps, vodka, wine, fish 'n chips and a lovely summer fruit salad with cream. I have to admit that were it not for Golfer I wouldn't even know the neighbours, who are the retired policeman, Simon, and his police officer wife, Ruth; and their next door neighbour Dale - his wife Debbie couldn't make it. Golfer talks to everyone. I talk to nobody; I guess we complement each other then...
22 juin 2018
Ever wonder how you can be so close to people for decades and then have them leave your life without a second glance for the most spurious of reasons? I was at my aunt Marjorie's funeral the other day and saw my family for the first time in years and you know what? Nothing. That's what I felt. My baby sis, who I loved beyond words growing up, is now a stranger to me. She is seriously ill, allegedly. I say allegendly because you never know with her. One thing I do know is that she is partly blaming mum's death on her current troubles... [Lire la suite]
21 juin 2018
Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking: what a waste of money! And you're partially right; I've had five sessions so far for my osteoarthritis and can't say that it's any easier if I'm honest, but that may well be because nothing can be done to actually cure it, you can only relieve the pain temporarily and that's what it's done. On the day I have the needles, and for a day or two afterwards, I'm pretty much pain free, but then of course it comes back because the main cause is still there - my weight. Oh, yes, that same old chestnut,... [Lire la suite]
13 novembre 2017
Size twenty thighs squeezed into size 14 leggings, check. Trendy trainers, check. Loose fitting, very long top, check. Yoga mat, check. Courage firmly in my two hands, check. I'm ready for my first ever Pilates class and am hoping that as it's an over 50s class at 11:30 on a Monday morning, all the bright young things with their supple backs and slender hips that twist behind their shoulders with ease, will be out there making the world a better place and not in a Pilates class making all the rest of us feel useless and inferior. As... [Lire la suite]
06 novembre 2017
Fifteen months ago I applied for my pension from France...15 months! and I still have nothing. I call and call and call and write and write and email and email, but nothing. On Friday I got another number to call from the Normandy faction: the International faction. They work three days a week, Monday, Tuesday and Thursday at specific times; I've so far tried to call four times and each time I get the same answerphone message: 'All the lines are busy at the moment please call back later'. Arrrrrrgh. Still, I guess it's better than the... [Lire la suite]
27 octobre 2017
From the same book by Kerry Wilkinson: "We sit on the sofa and there's a minute or two where neither of us speaks...Conversation isn't easy because there's only really one thing we can talk about - us. I can't imagine having the same types of breezy conversations that Nattie and I enjoyed. It's then that it dawns on me that this is what it's supposed to be like between a mother and daughter. Thirteen years apart or not, there are meant to be secrets and things that aren't shared. This is probably how we'd be around each other even... [Lire la suite]
27 octobre 2017
From The Girl Who Came Back , by Kerry Wilkinson: "What sort of person wants their own daughter to give away a grandchild? How is that a thing? It's easy to abdicate responsibility by saying it's a generational thing, that isn't an excuse, not when other people's lives are involved. If so, where does it end? Slave masters were misunderstood do-gooders trying to give immigrants a purpose? Ku Klux Klan members didn't know any different? Sometimes a line has to be drawn to say that it's not about generations or a change in attitudes. It... [Lire la suite]
24 octobre 2017
In our freezer Sid has put half a loaf of white sliced bread. We don't eat white sliced bread, but Sid's son does, for his breakfast; the bread is 'in case he comes to visit unexpectedly'. That's not going to happen, but the bread will always be there for him...just in case.
24 octobre 2017
Hang on, I need to count on my fingers...seventh day of retirement, except that I went in yesterday to help with the payroll, but that's it. This morning, 9:21 and I've done nothing, still in my dressing gown and sitting here writing. This will definately not do; it's as if I'm coming out of a long illness, not quite sure what to do with myself, not quite sure what I CAN do with myself, not sure if my body can do anything but sit at a computer all day. It hurts. Everywhere. It's quite frightening, I hope I'm capable of more than just... [Lire la suite]
21 octobre 2017
I'm reading the above book at the moment, it's written by a man but from the perspective of a girl that was abducted aged eight and kept in a box under her captor's bed for two years before escaping and living in a mall for two years; she was then taken into care and at sixteen emancipates herself and embarks on a career in journalism, becoming the editor in chief of a news channel. She doesn't remember her name or her parents and the police can't find them...hmm, a bit unbelievable, but that's not why I'm writing about it here. In... [Lire la suite]
20 octobre 2017
...my feet haven't really touched the ground yet, I haven't had time to think about what has happened. I slept like a log last night and today I'm ready to try and start my new life; the biggest challenge that I'm going to face is lugging this body around, it has to be my first priority or nothing else will happen: going to Noumea, walking, cycling, even just doing things around the house and enjoying using my body. At the moment every movement is blighted by pain and I'm taking a lot of pain killers, which can't be good for me. ... [Lire la suite]
18 octobre 2017
Wednesday morning 9am and I'm still in my PJs having had breakfast in bed and spent an hour practicing my singing and leaning how to edit Recorder + on my phone - I did it in the end so my brain hasn't turned to mush in the hours since I retired. Right now it just feels as if it's a weekend or a day off; Sid's gone to golf and we've got two couples coming to dinner tonight: Ann & Robin and Tony & Rosie, so I'll be cooking later on, but for now it's shower, dress and out for a long walk. I weighed in this morning and I'm just... [Lire la suite]
14 juin 2015
Heart pounding, muscles straining, breath coming in short, sharp bursts, body writhing; will they? won't they? Yes! They're on! The only pair of jeans I've got left that will go anywhere near me...
17 février 2015
Yesterday, feeling very anxious, I went to a well know supermarket and wandered around looking at everything trying to calm down. Not finding anything I wanted, I decided to go into the cafeteria for a skinny decaf latte and while I was sitting there I suddenly wanted cake. Well, this supermarket has the most amazing patisserie counter and they were selling three for the price of two, so I bought an apple turnover, a chocolate eclair and a mini victoria sponge with the firm intention of going home, sitting in front of the... [Lire la suite]
08 février 2015
Yes, another rant alert I'm afraid; this time I'm alone here at home with Golfer in hospital after a fall that broke his hip. After mum's stroke and subsequent three years of slow decline; after having to make the decision to stop her meds and watch her slowly die; after Golfer's cancer diagnostic and the months of strain getting him back to a semblance of health, he is now laid up again and I'm the carer again. Not to mention all the heartache and struggling and wasted life that went before all that from the age of 19. And during... [Lire la suite]