Attack of the hairs.

There are lots of good things about getting older/becoming more mature/ripening… For a start, you know more stuff than when you were young, you just can’t always put it into action. You care less about what other people think and more about what will cause you constipation. You have bucket-loads more memories to enjoy, when you can remember them. Sometimes those memories will pop into your head without warning and give you a delightful, or terrifying, jolt. And, people expect less of you so you can get away with more. ūüėČ However there’s also a serious downside: your body begins to rebel against you. Things sag. Your knees act up. Your teeth need attention. Arthritis moves in and settles into your nooks and crannies with reckless abandon. And then...

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The world of Facebook

While partaking of breakfast, I always do a quick (sometimes not so quick) scroll through Facebook. This morning’s contribution to my ever-expanding knowledge of life on planet Earth was the usual interesting mix. Requests for me to sign petitions¬†for the release of prisoners or refugees; education for all children; better treatment of animals; better treatment of women; better treatment of our planet; civil liberties for gays¬†and anything else that would improve our world. Spiritual things: Bible verses from Christians, anti-religion diatribes from atheists; candles, yoga and ghosts from the spiritually curious. A cute/punny/pithy something or other from one of my writer friends about books, other writers or the process of writing. Something about...

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Happy Valentine’s Day

So, how’s your Valentine’s Day going so far? Have you been inundated with luuurve? Flowers; perfume; chocolate; Mitre 10 gift vouchers…? Are you and your sweetheart dining out tonight? Will there be candles and whispered sweet nothings? In our nearly 42 years of romance, the Old Boy and I have never made a big deal of St Valentine’s Day. No; let me be brutally honest: The Old Boy never made a big deal of it. In the early days I would buy him a heart-shaped chocolate or something similar, and give him a card that said romantic stuff that I usually find myself gagging on if I have to say it out loud. Nothing ever came back but, being a wonderful wife, I chose not to let that bother me. As the years dragged on I eventually gave up. There...

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Little House on the Prairie.

It’s Laura Ingalls Wilder’s birthday. No, she’s not still with us – died in 1957 – but, if she was still with us, she’d be 148. Happy birthday Ms Ingalls Wilder! I remember devouring her books when I was young. (She wrote the books that inspired the TV series, Little House on the Prairie.)¬†For those who haven’t read them (and why not, pray tell?!!) they are based on her childhood in an American pioneer family in the late 1800s. For me her first book, Little House in the Big Woods, was an intoxicating mix of fiction, history and adventure and the main character was a girl. Imagine my delight when I discovered it was only the first in a series of books! Oh frabjous joy! Calloo callay! She had a tough life, both as a child...

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