Come along and help me work out what the hell happens next.
Humph
120 years ago today my Great Grandfather left the fishing port of Anstruther in Scotland on board the ‘Bernicia’, heading out into the North Sea. The boat, and her crew, never returned. This was written by another relative of mine – On February 12th, 1900, the Shields-registered steam-liner ‘Bernicia‘ left Anstruther harbour with her Cellardyke…
Storm Ciara is beating itself against my windows, and I’m due to leave for work in a couple of hours. I was (still am) running a limited company with my husband (the one who left nearly a year ago). For me that meant working from home. I wrote this a couple of years ago, before…
I made breakfast in daylight for the first time in ages the other day. And yesterday I started work at 7am – which still involved driving there in the dark, but not for much longer! There are flowers on the clematis – spring is springing. There’s hope on the horizon. We’ve turned the corner. Once…
How do you feel? I mean, how do you really feel? Happy? Or depressed? Or?? It seems to me that we’ve started to think that if we’re not feeling happy then we must be feeling sad. And if we’re feeling sad we must be suffering from depression. And if we’re suffering from depression we need…
I changed my name by Deed Poll. Which means I’ve needed to apply for a new passport. And yes, rather than leave it until I’m actually going somewhere, I decided to apply for a new one now. Sooner rather than later. Maroon rather than blue. It arrived, all shiny, on 28th January, three days before…
The sailor was home from the sea. And so was the Supernumerary. We were on leave. No, not that sort of Leave. My first husband was in the Merchant Navy, and I was privileged to be able to go to sea with him. On my first trip we’d joined the ship in Hull sailed across…
Today is 31st January 2020. This is the last day that we will be ‘in Europe’. At 11 o’clock tonight, I believe, we’ll float off into the Atlantic. Presumably heading for America. So I’d like to say a few words. I’d like to thank the European Union for giving me the opportunity – and the…
I used to be a volunteer with the National Trust until life got in the way and I had to get a proper job. I still do it when I can, and I still miss it a lot. I wrote about it for my column at 60 & Me. My posts for them have to…
I started this job just over 5 months ago. I’m a kitchen designer for a major DIY chain. It’s the job I’d applied for but didn’t get here. It’s my 26th job. I’ve always been interested in kitchens – in the way they’ve evolved from basically a fire in the middle of the floor. I…
I own a tablespoon. I’m not the first person to own it. It came to me from my Grandma, but she wasn’t the first person to own it either. It isn’t a particularly special spoon – it isn’t silver. It feels like it’s made of quite a cheap metal. That makes sense – my grandparents…
