Being fifty-something, I’ve done some embarrassing things in the past. But last night, I hit an all-time low. Literally. I fell over in the street, my own street, just a few metres from my front gate. It was just on dark and I was treating myself to an after-dinner power walk. I’d almost reached the… Continue reading Frig. I fell over in the street. (the beginning of the end and other farcical notions)
Being fifty-something, I’m all for giving community events a go. Yesterday, Mr P and I headed off early on a Sunday drive to the Myrniong Car Sprints, about an hour’s drive from home. Yes, we packed the thermos. Yes, we packed some snacks, sunscreen and our hats. The Myrniong Car Sprints is a typical timed… Continue reading Car sprints, a pumpkin trailer and no wax!
Being fifty-something, I’ve had to eat my own words more than once. I jump to conclusions, make assumptions and narrow my mind as often as the next fifty-something know-it-all. Luckily, I’ve learned to admit when I’m wrong and am prepared to munch-down big-time on humble pie. Up until today, I hadn’t stepped beyond the sliding… Continue reading Losing my virginity at Aldi
Being fifty-something, I like to do my bit for the planet. I’m not consistent. I’m not a tree-hugger. I don’t preach about the environment to the world. I just try to make better choices, whenever I can. Today, when I spied my unused Bokashi bucket in a cupboard, I knew I had a choice to… Continue reading The re-birth of my Bokashi bucket
Being fifty-something, I love window shopping. I’m not much of a conventional shopper. I don’t care for in-store browsing one little bit. My favourite part of a shopping trip is stopping to enjoy a coffee while I watch the passing parade of shoppers, struggling with their bags-full of purchases. The fact is, I don’t buy… Continue reading Why I love window shopping