Tag Archives: Poole
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
How I fell in love
It began with me – with falling in love with myself. I know that’s a cliché, that you’ve heard it before, read it in some glossy women’s magazine. But that’s where I had to start. I really couldn’t accept and … Continue reading
Living the dream
It’s not always like this. In fact, the past few days haven’t been great. My washing machine head has been on spin cycle, thoughts thrashing around inside at high speed, keeping me up in the night as I flip from … Continue reading
Taking the plunge
“… I have a dream to follow my heart to the sea, to write, to teach, to love, to cycle, to swim, to jump off rocks into the water, to stretch on the sand, to have endless visits from my … Continue reading
From Forty With Love 