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.
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.
I was unceremoniously woken by a clap of thunder. When I looked out of my bedroom window, Storm Miguel was battering my peonies and the rest of the garden, which was shaping up to be our best horticultural endeavour ever.
How I wish I'd had a chat with my svelte younger self about eating healthily and told them to keep an eye on things. All too soon, your pert breasts and your taut butt take off on their journey south without you realising.
When I was in my prime, my life revolved around my job. Now, after too many years on the 9-5 treadmill doing something that was never me, I am finally living my life around doing what I enjoy doing the most. Working from home, life is great but, just having got into the swing of my new laid-back existence, two... Continue Reading →
Although reluctant to start taking them again as I invariably end up looking like the Michelin man, it seems to be the only way I can deal with my autoimmune problems. After a little over a week, they have kicked in and I feel like a cross between Usain Bolt and and the Brownlee brothers. My... Continue Reading →
I have just had to sit down because I've had a bit of a shock. I looked into the mirror and saw someone looking remarkably like my mother staring back at me. I swear I heard her say "Look at the state of your hair!", which is even more worrying really, given that she... Continue Reading →
I had a couple of glasses of wine last night and I only remembered about Lent this morning after having eaten four biscuits with my coffee. Biscuits and wine. I was supposed to be giving up both these indulgences until 13th April. Too late now. I must try to remember next year. I might have remembered, had I eaten pancakes yesterday, but I didn't because I am on a diet.