One year ago, I experienced a relapse of Graves’ disease — an autoimmune condition I had first faced three years earlier. The relapse was brutal.
“It’s not whether you get knocked down, it’s whether you get up” – Vince Lonbardi I’ve had my fair share of being knocked down. From
Today is my 65th birthday. I’m not sure how I got here but I’m grateful that I have. There is a lot to love but a few things I could do without.
Three years ago I retired from full-time employment. I always knew that it wasn’t going to be easy but doing it in a pandemic made it
I’ve been retired from full time employment for two years. And what a two years it has been. The very worst of times sprinkled with
I’ve been away twice in the last couple of weeks to visit friends that have moved home to follow their dreams. One friend and her
I climbed Carrauntoohil, the highest mountain in Ireland. I’ve now climbed the highest mountains in England (Scarfel Pike), Scotland (Ben Nevis), Wales (Snowdon) and Ireland.
Last week I celebrated my 63rd birthday. A birthday I could celebrate free from restrictions. The last two have happened during lockdowns. It has been
I’ve been retired a year. And what a year it has been. Certainly not the one I had expected. When I gave my in my
I’m a huge Agatha Christie fan. There I’ve said it. I’m obviously not alone but sadly it is not a passion/obsession shared by my family.