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Tuesday, 11 December 2018

You have to...

use you imagination here... okay?
Lady Docker-like I swept up the stairs of the near empty bus.
Alright I know Lady Docker to my knowledge would never in all her born natural have ever graced the top of a bus.  In order to enter into the scene, picture yours truly parked beside the only other couple on the bus... in the front seats obviously!
Graciously I said to the bored looking husband of the woman yacking on her phone.
‘Do you mind if we join you in driving the bus?’
Oddly he looked at me and reluctantly agreed, maybe it was the mink coat?
The daughter on the end of his wife’s phone was as bored with her mother as were we.  Luckily the call ended in less than two stops... 
‘Must go Mum I’ve got to stuff the turkey!’
Being conscious of our carbon 
footprint we availed ourselves of our free bus passes and had a trip to Canterbury, Christmas shopping.
A list from Audrey... who is still with us... just!  My gifts and parcels have been sent, so it was quite a relaxed shopping trip.
A good day, with the return trip a one-off David Attenborough special of the raw, up close and personal school kids on the top of a bus.
Our eyes dazzled by the light of mobile phones, the interaction of kids sitting on the heads of 
others in order to get them to 
move seats, the noise.  In all of this we sat like an uninhabited island in the sea of techies at play.  The journey passed in a blink of an eye.  I was engrossed.
As I swept down the stairs a polite boy stepped back allowing me to exit ahead of the rabble.
Only fitting really, maybe it was the mink!?!


Sunday, 9 December 2018

Hacked off from...

Hythe calling.
I am falling out of love with blogging.
Why? 
Because I now can’t answer the folk who take time out to comment. I wrote a lengthy comment to Going Gently John and zilch happened.
Why google have taken against me, I really have no idea?
Then I wonder if it is wise putting the minutiae of my boring life out for the world to see?
When all said and done as I sit doing this, life is passing me by.
I must be mad... what do you think?

Sunday, 2 December 2018

Help...

I seem to have hit a snag answering the comments.
Google keeps asking me to sign in and then won’t let me comment.
The funny thing is I can do this?
Any ideas?  Is it me or the power that these giants wield?
This is what makes me feel really crabby with our reliance on the infernal contraptions!


Friday, 30 November 2018

This meditation lark...

must be working.
Sitting waiting for my haircut, my lovely hairdresser was chatting away to his client who was having the full-on festive tinfoil turkey treatment. They were endlessly talking about school football and how this woman’s son had been dropped from the team.  He stopped  wrapping her hair to expound a point about her best course of action, all the while seemingly oblivious to the hands of the clock nimbly creeping round.  I amazed myself by registering a half hour slip by, then another quarter as my appointment time knocked on towards an hour late. I was totally chilled thinking calm thoughts, not letting the old three laps of ceiling ways of yore get the upper hand.
Eventually it was my turn, he whizzed through mine, surprisingly?

How would you like it today L?

‘Cut it long, I am planning on growing it!’
His mouth opened and closed and
 then he cut it long with gusto!
To make up for lost time the old me would have evilly thought.
The new me was so chilled I didn’t give a flying fig...





Thursday, 29 November 2018

My little...

foibles.
Now, I don’t know about you 
but...
I find I am getting increasingly odd.
Finishing my hand sewn Christmas cards, which I ought to say making  has given me great joy and contentment.
In the past I have always used a sewing machine, which I now know doesn’t bring the same level of 
fulfilment.
Come on get to the point LL!
Every little scrap of fabric offcuts I can’t bring myself to throw away.  Even though for the life of me I can’t envisage using them any time soon.  Or come to that... ever!
Carefully I stow them away.

Life at the mo is living at the coalface of house selling.  Our purchasers are having a wobble about Brexit and how the world as we know it will come crashing down.  Me, after a hiccup 
healthwise, blood pressure off the
 scale have decided to meditate.  Twice a day, I get in the zone of acknowledging the worries and letting them go.  Which I ought to say seems to be working.  I am cheery and back to my almost old self.  My head is no longer full of  what ifs, similar to  a fart in a colander looking for a hole   to get out, type of thing.  Is it any wonder my head was on the launch pad on an unmanned mission to Uranus?
I am calm, chilled, enjoying sewing and being creative.

If the folk decide against our home, I will be sad, but let’s get things in perspective here, we are in the top 2% of people on the planet... life is good.
Oh, and I forgot to explain my other strange little idiosyncrasies.  They can wait for another day.


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...


You have to...

use you imagination here... okay? Lady Docker-like I swept up the stairs of the near empty bus. Alright I know Lady Docker to my knowle...