Body LanguageBody Language
I’ve always had an ambivalent relationship with my body, which is to say, I suppose, an ambivalent relationship with myself. It started young (doesn’t it always?) My parents didn’t seem
Category: Lifestyle
Swim Wild. Swim FreeSwim Wild. Swim Free
Fifty years ago, there was no such thing as ‘wild swimming’. We went to the Victorian baths (long demolished) on a Saturday morning and jumped off the side or the
Fifty and FearlessFifty and Fearless
Ever since I hit my fifties, I’ve been more determined. ‘Fearless’ might make a good alliterative title, although it is essentially inaccurate. I’ve fought fear my whole life. Fear of
Buy Nothing New – The Conclusion but not the End.Buy Nothing New – The Conclusion but not the End.
This is my last in my series of ‘buy nothing new’ blogs, although as you will discover, it’s not the end of my ‘buying nothing new’! 12 months ago I decided
The Old Man of ChristmasThe Old Man of Christmas
I can’t remember a bad Christmas from when we were kids. My dad loves Christmas: an over-abundance of decorations food and gifts; games, TV and friends. He’s always been a
Worker or Shirker?Worker or Shirker?
I was raised on the ‘protestant work ethic’, even though my dad was a Catholic. To be fair, he championed work and play in equal measure. A union man and
My New NormalMy New Normal
The question was simple, casual: “Would you like to join us for a drink at the bar?” I’d been to one of my regular jaunts into the Highland capital
My Cheating Heart -The Third in my Mini Blog Series on ‘Buying Nothing New’My Cheating Heart -The Third in my Mini Blog Series on ‘Buying Nothing New’
I’m about to make a confession, although not that I’ve taken up Country Music! When I decided in January that I wasn’t going to buy anything new this year, I
Outdoor GirlOutdoor Girl
I was born and raised in the suburbs of London. It was Surrey then and is South West London now, less than a dozen miles from the city centre.
Personalised Plate RecordingPersonalised Plate Recording
I’ve always been able to remember car number plates. Ever since I was a kid. Our first family car, a yellow Mini: original A reg named Primrose. The Ford