The autumn of my life…….

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...
Aging ain’t for sissies……

Aging ain’t for sissies……

I wasn’t going to post this latest blog as it seemed so trivial and silly in light of the awful tragedy in Manchester. I didn’t want to be disrespectful at a time of great sorrow. But then I decided that I should go ahead, because I am British, and proud of my people....
Punk or Princess?

Punk or Princess?

This week I got to be eleven. I went with two dear friends to see the movie ‘Beauty and the Beast.’ It was like role reversal for me. Back a hundred years ago, I went to an ‘R’ rated movie (A Clockwork Orange) when I was 14….and they thought I was 18 (it...
I HATE getting old!

I HATE getting old!

This is a photo of me. I hate getting older. And it’s not just because of the wrinkles on my face either. I’ve actually become quite fond of the two creases either side of my mouth that run down towards my chin. The ‘laughter’ lines around my eyes and the rumpled skin...
It’s just bloody hot!

It’s just bloody hot!

One of the lovely gifts that going through menopause has brought to my life is the new ability to sweat. Not glisten, not perspire, just plain old good honest sweat. The kind that makes you feel as though you could cook a fried egg on your more than adequate belly and...
Fifty-Six going on Ninety-Six

Fifty-Six going on Ninety-Six

I am senile. I have been fighting it for some time now, but the awful realization keeps rearing its ugly head as each day I seem to commit another blunder. Apart from the usual mistakes I make, here are some of the things I constantly forget: People’s names I have...