Structural Bullying   I have been spectacularly unsuccessful in keeping up with my Blog. My title is a little, well, tedious but I am not going to start apologising again because; a. I doubt anyone will believe me AND b. I don’t really have anything to apologise for.         As always, life […]

I have been away from writing my musings in here for some time. They (who are they?) tell me that this is not good practice. I need to be regular (don’t we all) and reliable. Can I assure you, my good reader, that I have still been writing regularly, I have even published (I use

I like learning and, at the moment, I do a lot of my learning is through podcasts/audio books because, quite frankly, it is the only way I can access this need as we speak (or I type). I also increasingly believe that things are sent to us at certain times for a reason i.e. that

I have been away from all of my Blogs, I have been sparse with my interactions on social media and I would like to say, “Wellll, I took the conscious decision to step away for a few weeks fro maintain my good mental health and to spend the summer with my family,” but the reality

I am not the perfect listener but I do try. I have learned listening skills over the years and I try to listen actively and openly, although when my life is moving at a million miles an hour, I admit that I can be guilty of letting my mind race when I should be concentrating

The Fifty Something Nobody Learning Journey   I have said this many times but curiosity is what, I think, makes us human. Here is another stunner – we remain human until we die unless we crush our curiosity – discuss.   OK, if you insist, I will. In many places around the world, societies revere

That’s it then! I have permission, yes, ‘reading is fuel’ so I can read lots and lots and lots. I have always been an avid reader. From Mr Pinkwhistle’s Party (Enid Blyton) all the way through to Labyrinth (Kate Mosse) which I have just finished for the second time. I always have multiple books on

Help! I need someone…or do I? I am writing a book for the first time. I am not going to write one, I have not written one, I am actually in the middle of writing a book NOW. In fact, I think I may be exactly at the half way point. But the question is

I have just written a letter to myself from the eighty year old version of me. It was very cathartic and even nearly brought me to tears a few times. The letter was private to me but what it did was allow me to focus on what was important in life. As I started to

Life isn’t worth living without my dogs, no really it isn’t but in the space of about seven months we have gone from a one dog household to what is beginning to feel like a rescue centre. To be fair to Dog Two, Pippy Puppy the Border Terrier (or Sunday name – Tiedcott Pipsqueak), was