The Search for Romance

While men, with their testosterone fuelled bodies rampage through the suburban landscape hunting for a willing female, the women are looking for something else entirely, romance. When the two combatants are drawn together in a sweaty embrace at the local Palais de Danse, after eyeing each other up most of the night, what happens next?

A Mothers Love?

As my mother is on the precipice of shuffling of this mortal coil, I think it is time to address the relationship that we have endured over the years. I was the second child of the family and the first girl, another girl and two more boys were to follow. I thought we were a

Living in a Goldfish Bowl

You would think that living in a scheme for older people in a small English villiage would be an idyllic way to spend your twilight years, but no, it is like living in a goldfish bowl. Being in a place where nothing much happens, except for coffee morning on Tuesday and bingo on Wednesday, means

Manic Friday

Knowing that the only way to get out of my slump is to actually do something I went a bit manic. So, I walked to the local shop which takes about 10 mins there and back but yesterday seemed impossible to do. I washed the net curtains and cleaned the window in the living room.

Black Dog Returns

The black dog of depression has returned once more. I really need a kick up the proverbial to get me out of this quagmire I find myself in. Every day I sit and think to myself “what shall I do today” and the options available seem too overwhelming to even start. Yesterday I thought I

Driving me Mad!

Which is worse? Giving a man “feedback” on his sexual prowess or on his drivimg skills? Both subjects are pretty much no go areas but of the two I think that any mention of a possible shortcoming in driving ability is fraught with danger. I found this out on my recent ill fated trip to

Scottish Holiday Pt2

The Scotttish holiday came to an abrupt end yesterday when it was decided that enough is enough, we should cut our losses and go home. The journey home was long and arduous, particularly as it was carried out in near complete silence. That is apart from the traffic noise on the motorways as the driver

Scottish holiday

Day 1 Friday 11th August: Nightmare journey, took 8hrs instead of just over 5 hours. Day 2: Saturday, spent in the cottage in the middle of nowhere, pouring with rain and nowhere to go. Watched TV all day. Day 3: Sunday, watched TV all morning, went out for a brief drive to Moffat and Lockerbie

What a week!

What a difference a week makes. Last week I went to the Doctors about my snoring and sleep apnea. I thought that it was probably caused by my enlarged tonsil on the right hand side. The only problem was that I had had my tonsils out in 2004. The right hand side one had started

Time Flies

I can’t quite believe how fast this year has flown. In three days time my gorgeous Granddaughter Minnie will be one year old. It is wonderful to see how her personality has developed. She is so full of fun and mischief. The tiny bundle of joy that she was has grown into a bundle of