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I’ve recognised a trait in myself that I don’t like: judgement is my brain's default mode.
Looking back, I grew up in a time when people unabashedly judged others and it’s a hard habit to break.
But it’s ugly and I want it to stop.
When I was young, in Thatcher’s Britain, the unemployed were told to ‘get on their bikes’ and it was illegal to talk positively about homosexuality in a classroom. Illegal.
Do you ever have those nightmares where you're about to sit an important exam and you haven't revised?
I am fifty-years-old and I feel I have been reduced, but not in the way you might think. I have simmered for five decades and I think, at last, I have achieved my desired concentration. I am thick (waist-wise, anyway), rich (in every way that matters) and, even if I do say it myself, really... Continue Reading →
Should I Dress for my Age? I went to a comedy gig on Friday, and when I was ready, I asked my husband if what I was wearing was appropriate. He answered with ‘perfect’, but then I thought about my question. I hadn’t asked whether it was a good outfit, or attractive, I’d asked if... Continue Reading →
I have a new sense of purpose and, since my preconception was that I should be settling down with my knitting as I approached 50, I wondered why. Ok, I still prefer my slippers to towering heels, and need a seat with a back, but I’m energised and ambitious at a time when the world... Continue Reading →
I am very similar to my mum. I am also the polar opposite. The latter is understandable because we are not biologically related, but as an adoptee I revel in the things which connect us, like a love of drawing, literature and perhaps less impressively, clothes and lashings of makeup. Recently I’ve been writing about... Continue Reading →
Toothpicks and hand cream and freshly washed linen, lens wipes and flat shoes, that’s just the beginning. You know you love them so join as I sing, because these are a few of my favourite things… Forgive the ear worm (you’ll be humming Julie Andrews all day), but since I realised how some things which... Continue Reading →
Can It Stop Me From Becoming Invisible? I have bought a new bra. It‘s red and lacy, and I think it signals a crisis of confidence. The world tells me I’m at an age where I should be becoming invisible, and I think my dazzling new bra may be a cry for help. I’m no... Continue Reading →
My Dogged Fear I have written some controversial articles before, but this is the one I’ve held off from publishing, because I know it will make you hate me. Why? Because I’m about to tell you why I wish dogs had never been put on this Earth. If you’re still reading, if you haven’t clicked off... Continue Reading →
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