The musings of 2 gin-loving, snarky, witty women over 40. trying to escape the world one blog at a time.
There’s something uniquely sacred about a good catch-up with a friend. But lately, I’ve noticed something creeping into these moments that makes me want to stay home instead: the children.
I know it sounds harsh, but I don’t want an audience of children when I’m opening up about my life.
The problem isn’t the Christmas roast or even the marathon gift-wrapping sessions at 2 a.m. after your fifth mug of mulled wine (don’t judge, we’ve all been there). The real stress kicks in when, for some bizarre reason, every single person in your life wants to cram everything into December. No one, and I mean no one, ever stops to ask the simple question: “Why can’t we just meet in January?”
Ah, middle age. A time of wisdom, grace, and… utter frustration! You’d think by now, we’d have life sorted. But no, it seems there are still a million things designed to drive us up the wall. So, grab a cuppa, sit back, and nod along as we list the top things that drive us absolutely mad.
Ever scrolled through social media and come across someone flaunting their perfect life, complete with #blessed captions and endless humble brags? You know the type – the ones who make you roll your eyes so hard, you fear they might get stuck that way. But why does their fakery rub us the wrong way, and why should we focus on counting our blessings and embracing our flaws instead?
Dive into the depths of community at the local sports centre! From the cheeky chappy to the unsociable butterfly, and even Aquaman Grandad, each swimmer brings their own story and energy to the pool. Join us as we explore the whirlwind of personalities, connections, and unexpected warmth beneath the surface.
A guide to conquering December on your own terms. It’s perfectly okay if your version of celebrating doesn’t involve jingling bells or sugarplum fairies.
The trend of obsessively seeking a pristine tidy home may be losing its appeal as more people realise the limitations and drawbacks of endless plumping and chopping our cushions or organising our sock drawer. Embracing the mess offers a new perspective, allowing us to let go of perfectionism and prioritise what truly matters.
A stack of crusty, half empty paint pots does not make him Bob bloody Ross.
The tears are completely unstopable. I’ve cried at work. I’ve cried in a supermarket (that was embarrassing). I’ve cried in a restaurant (people were glaring at my poor husband thinking he was a wanky bloke that makes women cry). I’ve cried a lot.
We make our resolutions when we are feeling tired, emotional, miserable and a little bit pissed after drinking Bailey’s for 5 days on the trot.
So Just Be