Blog - The Brit on the Block
Hibernating in suburbia
Just like that, another month has flown by. We’ve gone from isolation to sterilization and now, in some places, demonstration. Blimey. What a mess.
Hello in Isolation!
I write this current blog with recently washed hands, although I can’t say the same for my hair. Wowza – I look pretty scary. One look at me and the Corona virus will scream and run away.
Buddy can you spare a loo roll?
Hello everyone – here we are in March and all starring in a bad movie. The world has gone crazy, the stock market has gone mad, and toilet paper is the most talked-about item. Self-isolation is the new norm, and we all watch the news in abject horror at a world we don’t recognize.
Pooched
have been nagging Gump for a long time because I wanted to get a dog –
Jude 2020 – A year of what exactly?
Halfway through January which is frankly really weird. Also, the weather is awfully odd as well. Every day seems to bring its own season. I’m confused, my clothes are confused and the plants outside think they are in S. America.
Blimey, it’s 2020!
2020….it’s weird even typing those numbers, never mind living in this time. How on earth did we get into the future? You know, being born in the nineteen hundred’s, now sounds like I was born in the Victorian ages. I do feel quite aged.
Let there be…..frogs?
So, since I’ve been getting ‘older’, my hair has started to fall out. It blocks the tub, the vacuum cleaner, sticks to the bottom of everyone’s...
The autumn of my life…….
Getting older is a privilege, but it really is tough at times. Hips and knees groaning, eyes becoming as blind as a bat’s, hair thinning and going grey (except the witchy-poo ones growing out of post-menopausal chins)….the continual downshift of skin, as gravity pulls it to the floor like melting wax. Your nose still growing larger and ears too – while synapses begin to disappear into oblivion.
I’m not dead, I’ve just been busy…….
I blinked, and it’s already October. At least I think it is. My-oh-my, it’s been a fast and furious few months. I’ve racked up miles on the car, been to Colorado, Minnesota, Arkansas and Aldi’s. There’s a new grandson in the world, and another new roll of fat right above my waistline.
It’s all about that Gump….
I know summer is around the corner when Gump starts shopping for ‘maters….British readers, that’s Oklahoma speak for tomatoes. Gump’s obsession for the plump red balls is only matched by his passion for :-