Blog - The Brit on the Block
How Would you like them eggs Ma’am?
Hello dear friends….tis me….back from the dead…just when you thought I wouldn’t bother you again…..hah! It has been several MONTHS since my weary...
Genders….
Blimey, has it already been a week since I wrote to you all? I cannot believe it goes by so quickly, especially when some hours at work drrraaagggg . Moments last forever, but weeks fly by, it must be yet ANOTHER sign of aging?
The Eagle has Landed
Have you ever been through Immigration/Passport Control and Customs? If you have, then you already know it is rather like being a sheep. One is herded into zig-zaggy queues and lines, and then everyone stands there trying to not to look anything remotely like a Terrorist, or drug smuggler, but like a person you would entrust to raise your infant child
And they’re off!
Saturday mornings are always off to a good start, when you answer the doorbell wearing a nightgown, only to greet two startled male Jehovah’s witnesses, who think your eyes are now attached to the end of your breasts, clearly visible beneath said night attire.
Diets are not Good for You!
Greetings….from your chocolate deprived (or is it depraved) friend Jude. Since I last whined to you I have…..
Cells….
When it comes to my body it appears that the only small and tight things left on/in it are the size of the cholesterol cells in my blood. And, wouldn’t you know it, those are the bad ones……yup, if I got it, it ain’t good fer ya.
Health
Last Wednesday was my first ‘actual’ physical-therapy session. I have to admit that in spite of my chubbiness I felt pretty athletic just being there with my therapist Stephen. He put fresh pink tape on my sad kneecaps, and suddenly I felt like some buff chick that was getting fixed up after an injury from playing too many sports……
Follow that knee!
Today I have on florescent pink. Not because I am a girlie-girl, but because I have two large bright pink adhesive pieces of tape, that are keeping my knees from falling off my legs…
Resurrecting the Voice…..
You may not remember me, but I am the person who used to write a blog called “Life According to Jude”. I started writing the blog because I thought it would be a great beginning for my new writing career, and that it would only be a matter of time before I got a call from Harper-Collins, with massive amounts of money thrown at me for the new book I still haven’t written.
Baby you can drive my car….
I have discovered that I am on exactly the same downhill plunge as my car. I am 51 years old, my car is a little red convertible, and it is 18 years old. If 1 car year is equal to 2.9 human years, (and I think it is) then my car and I are the same age.