Ten past six in the morning, it was dark and exceptionally cold, a snowy blizzard had just begun and the exposure to the winter elements was harsh. The country lane he walked along to reach the village was narrow and, without the benefit of street lights he was grateful for his phone torch to lead the way. Read More…
To kick off this weekend I’ll be joining a few friends for drinks at the village pub. Four of us have special birthdays this month… Four generations apart!
Happy January Birthday to my friends, Sue, Joanne and Sophie
Some say age is just a number and others say you’re as old as you feel. But what does that mean? Personally speaking I feel much younger in my head than I do in my body.
I married at twenty one and I had a bit of a panic because it meant I had to start being a grown up, even though getting married was exactly what I wanted. The trouble was, my head didn’t feel old enough, it was still a teenager. When three years later I brought my first beautiful, exquisite baby home from hospital, I again had that nagging feeling that I was too young for this. It wasn’t a lack of confidence, becoming a mum came naturally and I had no fear. It was, however, the realisation that I would never again be able to have a lazy lie in that hit me the hardest and it catapulted me into the grown up world!