What to do when the trains are up the spout and you’re stuck at Walton on Thames station waiting 45 minutes for a train to Clapham and you only have 25% battery on your phone? Write a blog post, that’s what!
Continue reading “My Drinks Trolley of Delights”
… as the great Elvis Costello once sang, or if you prefer Britney “Oops, I did it again”!
That’s right I fell over again, not once, but twice, on the same night, within the same hour! For those that don’t know, I am considered an expert in falling over, if it was an Olympic event I would win gold every time. I’ve been doing it ever since I could stand up, so just over 50 years. My knees are covered in scars and are a bit tender when I kneel.
Continue reading “I can’t stand up, for falling down…”
I think a fair indicator that you are aging is a growing intolerance to background noise. A busy bar or club filled with people shrieking to be heard over the pounding EDM, no longer holds the same allure it once did. A trendy restaurant where they cram you on to benches around shared tables, affording little privacy, never mind personal space, is not the place for a quiet chat about your upcoming trip to the doctors!
Continue reading “The Elephants Downstairs”
I woke up on a pleasant Sunday morning in February, not too cold, blue sky trying to break through the clouds, you know the sort of day I mean. I felt refreshed and imagined the dark circles that had surrounded my eyes the night before were gone. I had no intention of looking in the mirror to check, you know, just in case, as I wanted to remain positive about the day ahead.
Continue reading “Lazy Sunday…. Morning”
My front door opens straight onto the pavement, I don’t have any outside space at all. My front door is next to a bus stop and the bus stop has a bin adjacent to it.
Continue reading “Chicken Bones & Dog Ends”
As a single woman of a certain age, I am well used to travelling on my own, which usually involves me catching a plane to my destination. However, in February I was sent on a work trip to Barcelona by train. Okay, no worries. How long did you say it will take? All day? Right.
I wondered if I was going to encounter a murder and a short Belgian detective with an impressive moustache. Yes, that’s right, I love an Agatha Christie story, so I decided to cast myself as Katherine Grey, the heroine in The Mystery of the Blue Train. I must point out now, that there are a few differences between Katherine and I, she’s younger than me and I haven’t recently inherited a fortune from a generous employer. Other than that, we could be twins.
Continue reading “Solo to Barcelona”Yikes! Fifty, I’m fifty, how on earth did that happen, how can I possibly be that old. Hang on, not only am I 50, I’m single, live on my own and haven’t got any children. Really, how did this happen? Is there anybody else like me, there must be, but I can’t find any magazines aimed at people like me, or blogs, so there can’t be, I must be the only woman in this situation in the whole world… What about Liz, Sally, Gloria and Alison, they’re single without children, so that’s at least five of us. Maybe there’s more…
This is what has been going through my mind since I turned 50 last year and I’ve been trying to come up with a remedy, so here I am writing a blog. What on earth am I doing writing a blog, I’m a middle-aged woman living in Croydon, not a twenty-something travelling the world, or doing something interesting.
You see, that’s what happens when you don’t really fit in anywhere, you mix & match from whichever age group you fancy. Now, I tend not to wear age inappropriate clothes, but I do like social media, I’m on most of them, so why not give blogging a go!
I wonder if there is anybody else out there like me and my four friends, who will want to read my ramblings? Well there’s only one way to find out…
Here goes nothing!
Consulting Hannah 