I started off 2020 with targets, and have been thrown off course already. I've been knocked for six by some microscopic little bastard that has invaded my body and seems reluctant to leave.
I’ve been stockpiling again, but not in anticipation of a no-deal Brexit, which may, or may not, happen in 10 days' time. At 7.30p.m last night, a lorry load of our annual supply of perfectly dry logs was offloaded outside our garage. We have been benefitting from this arrangement for about five years and have always taken a cavalier approach to the storing and stacking of the logs, which we always do as soon as the load arrives and involves a considerable amount of physical exertion.
In Jersey and Guernsey, we are only live a short hop from St. Malo and our Entente has been extremely Cordiale for years, thank you very much. Yet the repercussions of Brexit will affect us just as much as everybody domiciled in the UK mainland, not least when it comes supermarket shopping, as all our supplies are brought in by boat.
And when you reach that woman of a certain age status, you're body is hijacked by menopausal madness. Suddenly you're itchy, bitchy, sweaty, sleepy, bloated and psycho as your oestrogen levels plummet.
As for politics...well... I am becoming more incensed on a daily basis. The United Kingdom I grew up in, has never been as divided as it is now. So how can I call myself a niche-less blogger, if I exclude things that are threatening to disrupt and destroy the way we live. So, my long-term writing modus operandi is about to change and I am ready for the backlash. My Social Media following, such as it is, will no doubt dwindle as a result, but there is something I need to get off my chest.
I am realistic when it comes to travelling. No trip goes without a hitch. Trains, boats and planes rarely run to schedule, they are susceptible to the weather, and they go techie at the slightest provocation. Getting on and off the rock I have chosen to make my home, is often fraught with problems. Fog is... Continue Reading →
Disappointment comes in various guises. Bad exam results, the guy you fancy... who doesn't fancy you and the job you wanted so badly, that you didn't get. So how do we cope with disappointment? Cutting a 20-foot hedge did it for me today... after I had re-booked the flights. It took about 3 hours to cut and clear up. So, physical exercise may well be the answer to combatting disappointment... not necessarily with a hedge cutter in your hands.
At dawn one morning I found myself talking to the Universe, well nobody else seemed to be listening and begging it to make my shit state of affairs go away. The mighty Universe must have heard, as shortly after my impassioned plea, I was scrolling through Facebook and found Julianne Palmer, a clairvoyant in Australia. I noticed that one of my friends had liked her page, so I had a look. In the past, I had never paid too much attention to what the stars had to say about what fate lay in store for me, but I was desperate for an indication from somebody, that my life was going to improve. So I took a leap of faith and picked a card.
So how come I can remember what my homework was when I was eleven and I can't remember which floor of the multi-story car park I left my car an hour earlier? Decreased blood flow to the brain, apparently, so I’m off to see if I can remember how to stand on my head to precipitate a rush of blood to my brains.