50 not out
Well, this blogging idea is dying on its arse. My enthusiasm is still afloat but my very boring life has gone a bit Titanic, Not in a big dramatic way, Just in a mehhhh sort of yawny way. Maybe it's because I will be 50 in 3 short days, 50!!! how the fuck did that happen? The lovely husband and daughters have promised, on pain of A BIG SULK, not to organise any shenanigans. I hate being the centre of attention ( my poor dad had to prime me with vodka to walk me down the aisle!), A nice family meal would be perfect.
I did think the world would make some sense at this great age I will soon reach.......it doesn't. The stupid, pointless shooting in America sickens me to the core. The fear and lies being peddled in the euro vote turn me into a ranting, tv shouting, swearing, sweating, bundle of fury. I also thought by now I would vote Tory, Have a liking for a nice beige cardigan or two, and know when to clap at the theatre. Oh well.
In other news, ones husband and one are off on a little trip to Belgium, Just some touristy stuff and a nice meal or two. I like to occasionally use my passport for travel and not just for photo ID at the Post Office. The husband travels globally for his job but doesn't get to see much other than airport/hotel/conference hall/airport, so he's looking forward to our jaunt as well . Luckily we have good dog sitters, the youngest daughter and her other 'alf, are easily swayed if we fill the fridge and freezer with goodies and a slab or two of beer.
The garden is blooming with all the rain we've had, unfortunately so are the bloody slugs! Our resident hedgehog has disappeared and the thrushes can't keep up with the population boom of the slimy little buggers. I won't use slug pellets, so I resort to salt- or just lob them over next-doors fence hehehe.
That's me done then.
I did think the world would make some sense at this great age I will soon reach.......it doesn't. The stupid, pointless shooting in America sickens me to the core. The fear and lies being peddled in the euro vote turn me into a ranting, tv shouting, swearing, sweating, bundle of fury. I also thought by now I would vote Tory, Have a liking for a nice beige cardigan or two, and know when to clap at the theatre. Oh well.
In other news, ones husband and one are off on a little trip to Belgium, Just some touristy stuff and a nice meal or two. I like to occasionally use my passport for travel and not just for photo ID at the Post Office. The husband travels globally for his job but doesn't get to see much other than airport/hotel/conference hall/airport, so he's looking forward to our jaunt as well . Luckily we have good dog sitters, the youngest daughter and her other 'alf, are easily swayed if we fill the fridge and freezer with goodies and a slab or two of beer.
The garden is blooming with all the rain we've had, unfortunately so are the bloody slugs! Our resident hedgehog has disappeared and the thrushes can't keep up with the population boom of the slimy little buggers. I won't use slug pellets, so I resort to salt- or just lob them over next-doors fence hehehe.
That's me done then.
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ReplyDeleteHow kind x
DeleteI would suggest that if you're still ranting and shouting then the world is making sense to you. You can see the injustice, the inequality and the hatred and you want to make it different. You would only ever vote for a political party if their values matched yours, and clearly if you're not voting for them then they don't - which says something about your belief in your values and not doing what you think is expected of you. It sounds to me like you're doing it all right, and I think you deserve a wonderful break in Belgium! xx
ReplyDeletePS Do be careful throwing the slugs over next door's fence - if the wind is blowing in the wrong direction they come back and hit you in the face. Ask me how I know that :)
Yay! a fellow slug hurler hehehe x
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