In the last couple of years, one unexpected benefit of aging is hay fever was no longer requiring me to stay indoors and (metaphorically) pull up the drawbridge. Indeed, it resulted in my bedside drawer being so stuffed with unused anti-histamines, I was considering returning them to the pharmacy. Until... after suffering with the cold... Continue Reading →

I saw a question somewhere which asked "what was the first concert you attended" and while I ran through the options in my mind, I realised I was going on a journey through memories of the first in a variety of live events I'd attended. My first live... gig - I went to see Chic... Continue Reading →

Back in my fifties when I was online dating, I discovered there was a "code" one had to learn so you could safely navigate the waters. It involved things as innocent as knowing what to say to sound fun but not a drunk, or confident but not self-absorbed, to recognising various slang terms or euphemisms... Continue Reading →

I've done a couple of posts listing things I don't love already, but although I'm accepting my significant years with as much grace as is possible, the occasional return to venting is required... Three-quarter length sleeves - just why? They're neither short enough to be cool in the hotter months, and when the weather turns,... Continue Reading →

Here's one of those questions attributed to Alan Alda which I tucked away in my potential blog bank. As someone who regularly finds themselves in conversations with all manner of people - be they strangers or someone I already know - on all manner of subjects, there's a general assumption that it's easy for me,... Continue Reading →