A bad case of wind!

As I was sitting in my new office, writing blogs, I became aware that autumn had brought a bad case of wind with it!  My new office, you see, is an old caravan, parked between our garage and our woodland, so when the wind arrived, I found my writing room shaking from side to side.Continue reading “A bad case of wind!”

Perhaps it’s my age…

perhaps it’s my age, liberating me from unhelpful embarassment and restraint; perhaps it’s my illness and the concept of living every day as if it might be my last; perhaps it’s just that it was the right time for me to free myself and express opinions without fear of offending or starting a real discussion.Continue reading “Perhaps it’s my age…”

Don’t tell me I’m a failure!

Heart Failure; the latest addition to my long and boring list of ailments. Added, in name at least, only today. My “regular” appointment with my new Cardiology Nurse turned out to be anything but and two and a half hours after she asked me if I understood why my new Cardiologist had arranged for meContinue reading “Don’t tell me I’m a failure!”

The gift to myself of a clean slate for my mum-in-law

I’ve known my husband for 31 years this month and by association, I’ve known his mother, Elma. Over those three decades our relationship has been interesting; we are both strong-willed women and at times we’ve clashed head-on whilst in times of crisis we’ve supported each other un-conditionally. when John and I took the decision toContinue reading “The gift to myself of a clean slate for my mum-in-law”

Giving dementia the shove with purpose

when John’s mum came to live with us last year, she was an elderly lady who was becoming frail, forgetful and lonely. She most of her day watching television alone or meeting the occasional neighbour for an organ recital (it’s what we call it when people get together and moan bout their organs and illContinue reading “Giving dementia the shove with purpose”

A dirty weekend…

When your husband asks you if you’re “up for a dirty weekend in the woods” it doesn’t take long to feel young and excited again (and rather bloody daring too). At our age, with my health considerations, the idea of camping-out under the stars in a woodland with no traffic or airplane noise is aboutContinue reading “A dirty weekend…”

According to whom?

I watch with my head in my hands when the adverts come on the television.  The cause of this despair is quite simple really, it’s the idea that women are failing if they don’t “match up” to the perfection that is personified in stick-thin, teen-age models with “perfect” lifestyles and the skin, hair and figureContinue reading “According to whom?”

WOW Women DO cry

  “There’s nothing like a good cry!”   I’ve often said this; to friends, my fabulous daughter, to clients.  It’s true.  A good cry releases our body’s natural endorphins and actually lifts our mood.  How often though, have you stopped yourself from crying, or found yourself apologising for it?  The fact is that it’s notContinue reading “WOW Women DO cry”

Let’s talk about…our bodies

  Really?  Talk about our bodies?  In a public space where other people might be listening? It’s one of those topics that so many women find difficult.  My earliest memories of talking about my body feel embarrassing and uncomfortable.  Hushed tones, fast spoken questions like “is it meant to hurt when I touch my boobs?”Continue reading “Let’s talk about…our bodies”

You are allowed to be you

I loved Toyah as a teenager; I still do.  Her hair (of course) and make-up, but also her power, her self-confidence, her rebel-quality.  I looked up to her and emulated her style with more and more outrageous hair-cuts and colours that resulted in the inevitable suspensions from my posh school for young-ladies.  Result! Toyah showedContinue reading “You are allowed to be you”