As Glen Campbell once said…. ” these are the dreams of the everyday housewife who gave up the good life for me…”
.. and that was probably my downfall for many a long time.
A traditional girl (believe it or not ) who felt if I wasn’t married by 20, I would be on the shelf. So, I got married at 19; then again at 31; and then 36 and then two ( sort of ) offers after that. Both of which I rejected on the grounds that I didn’t need to marry every bloke who asked me! I was trying a new plan! So now it looks like I am plum tuckered out of marriages. I remain, however, a traditional girl, who still loves in no particular order;
Sparkles ( ie Diamonds on fingers but not necessarily the third left hand one any more);
a man to take me out to dinner and tell me he thinks I look nice
flowers arriving by Interflora.
and some surprise weekends away somewhere nice
In the middle of all of these wishes I am trying to look after my family ( old and young)
Sorry about the slippers. It was an impromptu photo call. ( I hadn’t even got the make up on.) Father; partner; sons and girlfriend (girlfriends who attach themselves to them either short term, long term or “currently.) … plus Shebah Dog and George the Rag Doll Cat. ;
stoke my newish relationship, which is still rather good ( my partner is the one at the back! )
( and perhaps because we aren’t married we still enjoy doing things together….!!) ;
The above picture was taken in Virginia Wolff’s garden at Rodmell. I know we both looked hacked off, but we were slightly taken aback by a stranger who offered to take our picture. She was balancing on the edge of the pond. One slightly energetic moment and she would be ” swimming with the fishes!”
An assortment of family animals ( no, not those below, they are the Irish Branch!)
plus keep an eye on my dad that he doesn’t say something inappropriate. But at 88, I daresay he doesnt really care….
and finally a range of sons who come and go;
At touching almost 60, I still run my own business, which as always seems to be the way, is getting busier now I am reaching the end of my working life rather than when I was starting out. Although as Morgan Freeman said ” better NOW than NEVER!”
Hold that thought….
I live in a beautiful part of the world.
Near to sea and country and bright lights should I need them. I continue to cycle to work with a basket on the front. The view below is the one from my office. How lucky am I?
Having suddenly become aware of my own demise (!) as my destiny is still in a state of flux, I have become interested, neigh fascinated, with my heritage and am researching my father’s life in India and my mother’s slightly hush hush one in Southern Ireland with tales of IRA and Black and Tans.
My fella insists I could be one step away from Lunacy. But what fun finding out…..I seem to be constant in my failure of most of the above and when it gets too much for me I take to my bed to read; write or sleep and possibly if I am very lucky, do all three.
I am though, truly blessed!
If anyone wishes to comment ( good or bad.. I’m a toughie and can take it) then feel free to leave a comment or two or even email me… always nice to ” HAVE MAIL!”