Handbags at dawn

Why are handbags such a gender specific thing? Why do women need to carry round all this stuff 24/7? Men only seem to need wallet and keys and put anything else in their partner’s bag anyway. When we went to a wedding once I had to take an extra large bag to carry my husband’s spare camera lenses, what’s that all about?

A quick inventory of my bag showed the following life essential items……money, comb, mirror, perfume, tissues, pills, snacks, gum, keys, sweets, pen and paper for those never ending lists I love to write.

Even on my wedding day I carried a small purple bag, specially made for the occasion. Inside was my front door key (why….?), a miniature bottle of brandy (for emergencies) and some chocolate (of course, what else would I need?)

A few years ago I had my bag stolen. I used to carry loads of stuff and I lost everything which took a good deal of sorting out. I stopped using a bag at all after that and only took some cash with me. But sure enough I upgraded to a bag again after a while, even if a scaled down version. So ladies, take a look in your bag, and if you can’t afford to lose it, leave it at home! This might also help with that nagging back problem, for goodness sake, how much does all that stuff weigh?




Living the dream


We were at Rutland water recently. As we walked along we noticed an ice cream van that we had not seen before. As we got closer we saw a little shed where a chap was serving tea and coffee. He had also set out some chairs so people could look at the view of Normanton church. We got chatting and he said he had set up on his own after working for 20 years as a manager in retail. He had felt it was a big risk but if he hadn’t left then he never would. Whereas previously he had been in charge of a store and a large number of staff, now he was selling ice creams in the sunshine whilst wearing shorts! I commented that he was ‘living the dream’ and he said that actually he was. How many of us can say that and what could we do today to make it happen?

The car

13598959_10154252695143187_401467401_nWhen I was growing up, my parents had the same car the whole time. A blue VW Beatle and I can still remember the number plate, an H reg. When I started work my boss was telling me that when the new number plates came out that August he was going to buy a new car. I asked him why and he said he got a new one every two or three years. This seemed amazing to me as I imagined everyone lived as we had, and that you kept your car until it wouldn’t go any more! But no, apparently people changed their cars frequently for no other reason than because they could. And why not?? He also told me that cars were money pits and that once you buy a car you would never have any money. This must have had a huge impact on me because on the strength of that one comment I have never bought a car to this day!

You never know what’s coming….

You never know what’s coming

Many years ago I went out with a chap. Let’s call him F. One day as a present he gave me a ring. All very nice, you might think. The thing was, it was a wedding ring. He didn’t think I would know it was a wedding ring and I was too quiet and shy to tell him. I was obviously a bit too quiet though and he knew something was wrong. After a while, it came to light that he had previously been engaged to a lady and had bought the wedding ring in readiness for their marriage. Things had not worked out between them and they had parted.

And so he gave the ring to me, things between us did not work out either and we parted. I kept the ring. He subsequently married someone else. I sometimes used to wear that ring as it reminded me that we never know what is coming in life. He had made plans to marry but ended up with someone else. I also married someone else and often wonder why I wasted my time on anyone else. Whatever we think is in store, life often has a way of surprising us and we wonder how we never saw it coming. I often think of that band of gold and what it taught me.13530320_10154231703408187_57872190_n


It’s not all about me

It’s not all about me

As the only child of an only child, with one husband and no children, I sometimes think it’s all about me. Isn’t it?

But this blog will not be all about me. It will not be my life story, my fears and failures, hopes and dreams, regrets and secrets, successes and proud moments

It will be about things I see and stuff I hear, things that happen to me, and about the people I know and care about. So instead of me, it could be all about you!

Last year on my birthday I said I wanted to write more. With just a month to go to my birthday this year, at least and at last I’ve made a start. So here goes, let’s see what happens…… share the journey with me

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