Saturday, 17 November 2018

mobile phones...

I know, I know I have whinged about these ghastly contraptions before, however...
I do consider myself a modern woman... old but abreast with the times... ish!
Wherever you go folk, old, young and inbetweeners walk along with a phone clapped to their ear.  What? They can’t even enjoy a stroll along the prom, wander in a forest, climb a mountain without flaming well talking?  Who do they talk to, who is interested enough to talk endless twaddle about god knows what?  We even last night overtook a woman walking along in the dark by the canal looking at her illuminated screen.  Well good luck with circumnavigating the uneven pavement and dog poo!
Taking pictures of food in restaurants and sending it to family and friends... What?
Who in their right mind is vaguely interested?  Sat in the dark viewing holiday slides on a contraption, trying hard not to 
nod off comes horribly to mind.

Alright I know I am showing my age... but still!
Enjoy the walk, the meal the solitude, pause for thought about the state of the world.
Enjoy just being!

Sunday, 28 October 2018

We got to thinking,,.

like you do... 
Where have the years gone?
Ten years ago today we were married on the London Eye.
In the blink of an eye, the last decade has flown.
We have laughed, we have cried (when our much loved little dog died), in the main we have had a blast.  Not at all what you might expect from a pair of old codgers?
As we sit washed up on the shore of life, well Hythe actually.  We raise our bubbles to the next chapter...
fingers crossed and with a following wind our destination is pencilled, nay, inked in with a broad nib and quill pen... Shropshire...

Sunday, 14 October 2018

I now know...

why I prefer...
palazzo pants?
This morning I decided to don a pair of linen trousers.  You know the sort, those with a waistband, button and zip.
Well, I don’t mind telling you, I had convinced myself I was losing weight.  What with all the trogging up and down ladders in and out of the loft, walking, oh, alright there is usually a pub at the end of it!  Lifting and shifting, the weight was dropping off... obv!  Added to which the last time I wore them I was pleasantly surprised at the slack!?!  Must, just must, have only got better, surely to goodness?
Err... not so!
If you think about it your body is an interesting bit of kit, no matter how much exercise you do it will have the last word, it seems to take great delight in highlighting your inadequacies.  I wouldn’t mind but in my world I
like to have the last say...

Saturday, 13 October 2018

All is quiet here...

so much to tell. I am afraid the spell will be broken if I do.  We have had our offer on our dream cottage accepted, the first folk through the door agreed to buy our seaside home.  Now it only remains for me to take a daily ‘be patient’ tablet.
I would love to say more but I am affrighted of spoiling the magic.

Saturday, 6 October 2018

I am rapidly...

morphing into a dotty old dear.

What gives me that idea you might wonder?
I’ve started making chutney.
Wearing a beret, at a jaunty angle I hasten to add.
Donning bigger knickers, much more comfortable, what!
Buying bras without underwires. I fear the next step will be going braless, so much more comfortable, what!
Ditto elastic waistbands.
Sensible shoes, with feet this wide is there any other way?
Comfort is the name of the game.
I let my hair go grey years ago, trouble now is at my last visit to the hairdressers I asked for a bob.  With my chubby cheeks, not sure it is the best look?
At least I don’t need a perm.
For an old dear I am inordinately proud of my wrinkle free neck.  Not so my chin which each morning the passing fishing boats set 
their clocks to the sight of me sat plucking out my nine o clock shadow by my bedroom window.  The thing that baffles me is that while my chin gets the distinct look of the bloke on the packet of Senior Service ciggies, my eyebrows grow more sparse by the day?
After all these years I am having to wear reading glasses, until now I have been specs-free.  Not hearing a blooming word, vainly I crowed about not needing spectacles.  Pride goeth before a 
fall! Early cataracts lurk.

And another thing I have developed BPPV (vertigo) which is a total pain as yoga triggers it and my weekly class I did reluctantly enjoy.  Now I have a perfect excuse not to go and after all this time of Elizabeth Bott type ‘I don’t want to go!’ I don’t have to and I AM NOT HAPPY!

Is all of this normal of a woman of advancing years?  Trouble is... I don’t want to be NORMAL!

Friday, 5 October 2018

There’s a thing...

as I sit here surveying my life... the house by the sea is done.  All on the surface is superb, my dreams, schemes are there for all to see, very lovely it all looks too.  However my heart isn’t in it.  I can’t actually pinpoint what is lacking?
It surely isn’t the orchids which against all odds have flowered, the lighting which for women of a certain age casts the most gentle of lights?  What exactly?

Ancient to modern, not for me.
Admitting this I feel shallow and to most I am, however the time has come to admit this living cheek by jowl by the sea was a mistake... 

‘A wise man changes his mind, a fool never does!’

We are moving...

Saturday, 22 September 2018

There was a man...

I loved him.
All the men in the pub, including my man knew of my love.

It is funny in life when you meet a kindred spirit, he was exactly that.

I best explain...
Dave used to come into the pub with a gang of, not to put too fine a point on it...
old duffers.  Loud and highly intellectual they to a man, were full of vim and vigour and a joy to be with.  Dave with his long grey hair was set apart.  An ex public school teacher who was the butt of their affectionate jokes. The reason, he was very deaf.  He would sit missing most of what went on around him, quite content sinking real ale and imbibing the general bonhomie.  All my life I have been an old man’s darling, now I have joined their ageing ranks, nothing much has changed!
Dave and I sealed our new found 
love with the age old custom of giving and receiving gifts.  His to me, the badge with an ear on to denote his disability.  Mine to him my head girls badge.  On seeing this he said 

‘I can’t take that, it is precious!’

My reply 

‘Think about it Dave, am I honestly Head girl material?’

On considering it for a moment he graciously accepted.  Our love was sealed for all to see with our love tokens clapped proudly on our chests.  No man dared to come between us.
We talked, as best we could

‘I enjoy talking to you, you 
enunciate so well!’
Who knew!?!

Sadly this week he died.
Four years ago he was told he had six weeks to live.  He determined then to enjoy what time he had left, drinking, loving and making merry.
I miss him, a good dear man.

Friday, 14 September 2018

Call me prejudice...

I don’t care...
I really can’t abide geraniums.
Dahlias top the list of flowers I really really can’t abide, due in no small part to probably the richest boyfriend I ever had continuing to cough up 50p for a bunch of maroon jobbies.  Dahlias themselves are appalling in my humble opinion, however maroon takes them to a whole new level of awfulness!  The bloke, bit the dust along with the immortal words 

‘I suggest you artfully arrange them where the sun don’t shine!’ 
That bit is a fib, however he was given his marching orders in short shrift.

Decking is another pet hate, why would anyone take the trouble to level perfectly good soil to lay dead trees on?  And worse than that run the risk of slipping on the wet deck and breaking their 

Net curtains... knitted man-made fibre, to grace suburban homes.    
Only good I can see is for folk who enjoy an occasional twitch!

Faux orchids... why?
Alright I will be the first to acknowledge real ones are tricky until with patience you find their happy place.  Then they flower for absolutely blooming yonks.  Next comes the phase that is hard, especially for one such as me with veins pumping impatience as I wait for them to re-flower.  Boy is it worth the perseverance, and the excitement as you have completely 
forgotten what colour they are! 

Do you think I need to get out more...?

Saturday, 8 September 2018

Just had a thought...

I love the folk who take the time out to comment, I like their honesty, their views on the sometimes wacky things that float my particular boat.

Of late I have been a tad flat, so much so my blogging juices have all but dried up.  My fun thoughts have bogged oft leaving me glum!

This is my latest interior design idea...

The wonderful oars I bought with the intention to use as a handrail down the stairs, magically by my powers of artistical excellence... (modest, I ain’t!)
have metamorphised into curtain rails! 

Now if there is one thing that I personally think as naff, it is the seaside niknackery that many coastal homes get decked out with.
However the oars strangely enough are excused my scorn... could it be I idly wonder, because it is my amazing idea?

Saturday, 1 September 2018

My latest love...

a chair, not any old chair, a rather special chair as you can see!  
Man has given up asking where my latest treasure will go for fear of my showing him!?!
I saw it in the window of my favourite shop in Hythe.  Stood forlorn with its back to the window, a shy and retiring little number.  The moment I clapped eyes on it my heart flew out of my chest.  I was all for camping in the doorway in case anyone else would beat me to it?  Himself assured me that probably not many folk in Hythe would fall as madly, deeply as I had done!?!  Dragging me home, my heels making track marks in the pavement to equal the rails on the 
Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch 
railway.  I know you will have to use a little imagination here as how can deep troughs rival tracks? You get my drift, I’m sure!
Not so sure you will see the beauty in the chair though and no, in answer to your unspoken question I don’t plan to do anything with it other than park my bott in it!

Monday, 27 August 2018

An email received...

this morning from Audrey...

‘Please could you get me some 
KY Jelly?  I hesitate to ask Gavin, nor my more prissy neighbours for fear of the talk around the old folks’ apartments, speculating on the use of the aforesaid?’

Why she doesn’t feel able to ask the district nurses who come every day to apply her medicine to the parts other medicines don’t reach, I have no idea?

It made me smile anyway!

My reply...
Morning Oh Sexy Lady!
Of course I don’t mind!
Signed off...
BIG love from your 
‘Slide and Ride Monitor’

Says it all really about how at 94  she is so worth all the love and help we can give her.  Still full
 of fun as her body is biting her BIG time on the bum.
What a woman!

mobile phones...

I know, I know I have whinged about these ghastly contraptions before, however... I do consider myself a modern woman... old but abreast ...