Book Spine Poetry #3
“Being fifty-something means I’ll keep practising until I get something right. Here’s my third attempt at book spine poetry: “Broken bodies where they lay. Empty cradles forever to remain until we meet again.”
Tag: mid life
I’m dreaming of a simple Christmas
Being fifty-something, I’m old enough to decide what Christmas looks like in our house. And so it came to pass that when I gingerly peaked inside the Christmas storage boxes a couple of weeks back, I saw nothing inspiring. There were all the usual suspects collected over the years … shiny baubles, hanks of tinsel,… Continue reading I’m dreaming of a simple Christmas
I made the cut … Top 20
ALERT: boasty, self-centred, look-at-me post ahead Being fifty-something, it’s mighty nice to get noticed. There’s a lot of invisibility in this demographic. I’m unashamedly excited to have been selected amongst the Top 20 websites for Over 50s. I’m doubly excited because the judges have actually read my blog. The gong comes courtesy of KwikMed, a… Continue reading I made the cut … Top 20
The incidental gardener
Being fifty-something, I love the joy of exploring a well-loved garden even though my own little piece of the great outdoors is much-neglected. You see, I’m an incidental gardener. I wish it wasn’t so. But it is. Most of the year my garden fends for itself, passing from season to season with very little attention.… Continue reading The incidental gardener
Moi-made hummus … a three-way affair
Being fifty-something, I love an excuse to wrestle an ageing kitchen appliance from the depths of the darkest corner cupboard in my kitchen. No. Really. I do. I wrote about my enlightenment on this topic over on this post: If it Ain’t Broke. Ever since, I’ve been treating my Breville Kitchen Wizz with fondness… Continue reading Moi-made hummus … a three-way affair
When will I ever grow up?
Being fifty-something, I’ve got a lot photographs. Not the digital kind (though I’ve got my fair share of those, too). I mean the real shebang, The dusty old printed kind. I’m shite at cataloguing them into albums (or frames) so they float around in boxes and tubs and tins. They have a life of their… Continue reading When will I ever grow up?
The Flower Dispensary – my faith restored in retail
Being fifty-something, I can get a bit cranky (at times). Like when I had a good old whinge in this blogpost about the current state of bricks and mortar retail. As I hinted, I was looking in all the wrong places. Yesterday I had reason to look in the right place … and my faith… Continue reading The Flower Dispensary – my faith restored in retail
