I have been going to a Zumba class for quite some time now - enough time for me to have a 'spot' and to be able to chat with one or two others who prefer to dance at the front. I like the class - it is just enough for me to do to feel … Continue reading Shimmy shake
I have a bike and like to use it. My cycling style is more Miss Marple than Bradley Wiggins but I am committed and if the weather is half decent I try to go for a spin every day. My number one route takes me along the promenade, through the dunes and back along a … Continue reading Adventures with my bicycle
It's the school summer holidays and I have been enlisted to help with child-minding - two step-grandchildren aged 9 and 11. I've done this before. After some initial reluctance I've found that I actually don't mind and, more often than not, I have fun. I'm not used to children and so some of the entertainment for … Continue reading Time, money and swearing
I think I have given up. But in a positive way. There are things I used to do, when I worked full-time, that I no longer do. I no longer wear formal clothes everyday - no blouses with black trousers, no smart shoes. I don't even wear jewellery on a regular basis. I rarely put … Continue reading Giving up
I attended a yoga event some weeks ago, during which we were asked to write for 8 minutes, without editing, just creating, about what we remembered and what we didn't remember about significant events for our bodies. I know for some the topic could seem inappropriate but I chose to think about my first period … Continue reading Memories. What memories?
So there I was, Sunday evening, at my favourite cinema, in a middle seat on my favourite row (E) with an excellent, uninterrupted view of the screen. Just before the film proper a group of four walk in, already eating popcorn and giggling. They continue to do just that for the next 2 hours … Continue reading I was never young
This last week I have been told on more than one occasion, by different people, that I don't look my age - soon to be 56. What does not looking my age even mean? I know it is meant as a compliment, and I usually accept it as such. I acknowledge, without boasting or bragging, … Continue reading Looking 55