My blog last week generated a number of comments on the reluctance of older women (and possibly men) to step onto the gym floor. One
The first week of September. The first week of the school year. This can only mean one thing. No not just the return of Strictly
I am a week behind on my 60 for 60 blog. This is solely due to knocking off a few dozen brain cells last weekend.
My first weekend without any plans. No nights away. No drinking far in excess of what I’m suppose to according to my pharmacy prescriptions. No
On a hot, Saturday morning I made my way into work to join Royal College of Midwives members, their friends and families and a handful of
Being in my sixtieth year is a good place to be. Many of my contemporaries will disagree but it can be the time of your
Week eleven of my sixtieth year ends with eleven ticks on my 60 for 60 list. So all going to plan. My tick this week
Sometimes the spontaneous, unexpected experiences are the best ones. And those that are planned and looked forward to can turn out to be a little
My blog last week attracted a number of comments and a couple of shares on Twitter. I can’t tell you how delighted I get with
Eight weeks into the last year of my fifties. I have seven ticks on my 60 for 60 list (see About). Not even one per
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