Tag Archives: Dorset
The joy of being alive
It could have been an awful week. Mid-January. Dark mornings. Bleak skies. And the first anniversary of Mum’s death. A week to be endured and quickly forgotten. Instead, it was a memorable and magical week. Why? Because I gave myself … Continue reading
Dating with Soul
This quote was true for my dating life for quite a long time. Groundhog day. Like banging my head against a brick wall. Wondering why things never worked out. Wondering where I was going wrong. Wondering why I kept being … Continue reading
Ageing disgracefully
I’ve just put my dear Mum on the train in Bournemouth, destination North Wales. As I sat her down and made sure she was comfortable and that she knew where her coat and case were, and as I asked a … Continue reading
The other me
Sometimes the best blogs are the ones I don’t post – at least not immediately. I wrote the below blog (the indented paragraphs) seven days ago, aside from a bit of tidying up today. I wasn’t going to post it … Continue reading
Ode to London: I love you, but …
There are so many things I love about London but I’m going to have to start with my friends. For someone of my age, stage and relationship status living in such a huge metropolis, friends become family. They’re whom we … Continue reading
From Forty With Love 