Sometimes I like to live life on the edge…usually the edge of a family-sized bar of chocolate, a Mojito, a party-sized bag of Walkers Sensations Thai sweet chilli crisps, or a large G&T!
As you’re following my blog you’ll have sussed that I like writing poems. So far I’ve covered: the maxi dress, shampoo, the teenager’s homework, the menopause and incontinence! I’m now trying to think of my next topic, and I suddenly had the idea of asking YOU! Here comes the edge bit…
If you have a suggestion for a poem topic, write it in the comments and I’ll see what I can do.
Over on Facebook they’ve joined in with gusto! Here’s a quick little ditty inspired by the suggestion of ‘menopausal hair’…
There once was a middle-aged lady Whose hair became wiry and fady. Out of control To brush, comb or roll, She stalked around hatted and shady!
Don’t leave me hanging! If no-one joins in, the only things I’ll be on the edge of are mortification, embarrassment, humiliation and…discombobulation!!
Here is part 1 of my MEMES about midlife. I love making MEMES; random thoughts constantly pop into my head when I least expect it. I can often be found walking/driving around talking – or indeed laughing – to myself.
I think my sense of humour is great – obviously because it’s mine – I just hope you lovely followers think it’s great too lol! (Yes I know using ‘lol’ shows my age. I’ve been told by my teens many times that I’m sad, but hey, I don’t care. I like it. Especially now I know it doesn’t really mean ‘lots of love’. I spent a long time thinking that texts from the builder were rather inappropriate – until I had this explained to me. Turned out that “Your pipework needs attention too lol!” wasn’t actually a sexual innuendo offering me an illicit seeing to in the back of his van!) Keep on reading!
Those of you that have been following my blog for a while, will remember my post about thedaythecameracrewcametothe gym. I described in eye-watering detail my gym outfit: a pair of grey, long cotton supermarket shorts; a scruffy, old green t-shirt; black socks and cheap trainers. Nice!
So, decided I should at least look the part at the gym. It’s no good being able to talk the talk, I have to be able to walk the walk as well – and preferably walk that walk in rather nice matching lycra. So here is my new outfit: Keep on reading!
One year ago today I started my blog – two months after my 50th birthday. Call it a midlife crisis if you will; cheaper than buying a sports car and more seemly than running off with the gardener… Keep on reading!