Introspection
In life we meet many types of people. Some are easy to like, others take a bit more tolerance. That includes me. Many people love me, but others dislike me. I take some getting used to, being a loud and opinionated human being. Lately I have been tried by a certain person at work. This […]
What I’d like to know is…
If I’m honest I’m looking for an excuse to be fat. My issue is that there is so much information in the media about what is and is not good for us, but there are many exceptions to the rules. My grandfather for example, ate all the wrong things, took no exercise, was almost spherical and […]
Dippy Old Dame!
In my (usual) defense, I have been busy of late, and my usual skill of task juggling parted company with me for a moment. It is possible that I am food obsessed. Although I hate waste, I cook too much food for a sitting – I blame my mother’s siege mentality. Why not? I blame her for […]
A day of two halves
‘Cheers’ said Whizz as we clinked together our champagne flutes to welcome in 2015. ‘Here’s to a hospital free year’ I rejoined. We almost made it! Yesterday, late afternoon, turned out to be a bit frantic. I worked a bit of overtime at work, the car fuel-gauge was so low that the needle did not even […]
The Demon Drink
Whizz is not much of a drinker. He will have the occasional beer, and drink wine at a dinner party or meal out but in the main he is, for me, a very valuable chauffeur. ‘Twas not always thus, though. When he was much younger, learning moderation skills, he went to a party and began […]
On Gardening
When we moved into our house, the garden, like everywhere else, was in dire need of a makeover. The inside was our priority as it needed new floors, heating, plaster and so on, and to make matters more complicated, the week before we started working on it, Whizz was made redundant.
Christmas – The Creative and The Technologist
In case you haven’t noticed, Christmas is almost upon us. The older I get the more disorganised I become. Sometimes I catch sight of Whizz, looking hopelessly at me wondering how he can help, while I rush round like the torso of a hen. Today, much to my amusement, and I don’t really understand why […]
Dressing for a wedding
Mavis and I went to the wedding of a colleague, held in a Salvation Army Hall. I had been too busy to think about what we would wear – until the day of the wedding. We had to be at the Sally Annie Hall at midday and before hand Mavis had a nine o’clock doctor’s […]
Floordrobes
In my house I am burdened by two floordrobes. (I apologise if I have plagiarized this word. It popped into my head and I thought That’s a great word, but I’m worried it may be someone else’s. If it is then comment here and I’ll credit you). I, being the washer, drier and ironer of […]
Convoluted Journey
I have written before about my defective, hormonally starved memory. My lack of brain cells (well the links between them really) has provided me with plenty of material for these pages. The disability does, however, interfere with the direction of my journey and, if I’m honest, puts occasional pressure on what would otherwise be a […]