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Anxiously Excited

Anxiously Excited

Chat from an Empty Nester My lovely Annie arrives home in Bangkok today from the UK, having pretty much finished her year’s study. It’s a reprieve from my being an empty nester! Her third term consists of zero lessons, only three exams in late May (she opted for lots of coursework modules this year) and […]

Middle Aged; Flashbacks and Flash-forwards

Middle Aged; Flashbacks and Flash-forwards

What is Middle-Aged? How you know you’re Middle-Aged One of the things I used to love about watching Men Behaving Badly starring Caroline Quentin, Lesley Ash, Martin Clune and Neil Morrissey was how they created humour from exploiting clichéd stereotypes. I remember an episode where the characters Gary and Tony were horrified about the idea of Dorothy moving […]

Regrets, I’ve had a few

Regrets, I've had a few

I was chatting with my mum the other day and we got talking about things that she might have done differently and what advice she might have given to her younger self. She said she and my dad could have maybe spent a little longer choosing their first home, but she couldn’t really think of […]

A WANNABE WRITER

A WANNABE WRITER

I was lying in bed this morning imagining the day that I would make it as a writer. I visualized impatient readers queuing out the door of Waterstones, whilst I preferred to do personal book signings at the smaller independent booksellers. Richard and Judy would beg for my text to be their next book club choice; […]

Flying High on Awkwardness

Flying High on Awkwardness

I’m always socially awkward when sitting on a plane! How to Not be Socially Awkward I’ve realised that social awkwardness is something I definitely have. For example:I’ve just had an automated email from KLM, asking me to give feedback on my recent flight to Humberside from Bangkok. My granddad used to say to me, “if […]

Outed as a Facebook Fibber

Outed as a Facebook Fibber

Being a Facebook User I was having coffee with a friend yesterday who asked me what I typically do at the beach. I asked her if she was a facebook user as she could look on there. I then ‘laughed out loud’ and asked if she imagined that I have long soulful walks, perhaps holding […]