Category Archives: Pog Life
Little Wisp smiles
I’m one of those people who isn’t good with change. So moving to Beachville was a big thing for me. Don’t get me wrong. I love the place, the fact that you don’t have to look too hard for something … Continue reading
More ouch than anticipated
I admit it: I kind of thought that a day or two after having my old lady leg all fixed up, I’d be pretty much back to normal and making the most of some time off work. This level of … Continue reading
Magic sponge, a giant sandwich bag and hungry-ness
I have a magic sponge: I have to wash with it later this morning in preparation for an operation on my old lady leg (varicose vein). Apparently it makes you really, really clean – so clean, you actually sparkle. (It … Continue reading
Popping my football cherry
What’s a really good way to spend a Sunday afternoon when your girlfriend is not terribly keen on crowds and doesn’t do football? Go to a football match together, of course. The sort with a record number of well over … Continue reading
My daftness match
Between me and Himself I reckon most people think he is the sensible one and I’m the daft one. I thought it to start with too. Not so much these days though. First this week we had the incident with … Continue reading
Not taking the biscuit. Or the cupcake. (Surprisingly)
A few weeks ago I met Maureen and Margaret over the garden fence. They invited me to the Macmillan coffee morning they were planning at the supported living residence up the road. That day was today. Not being one to … Continue reading
No trainers needed – Ithaca edition
I’m back from a week (mostly) in the sun. Time away from the laptop with family and Himself on the tiny Greek island that I love was fantabulous. Despite having been there quite a few times, I got to … Continue reading
Meeting the neighbours
I’ve always found it a bit tricky to meet new people. I’ve often thought that it would be easier if I had children as there are more opportunities and an obvious common ground. In fact, since moving to Beachville, I’ve … Continue reading
Not my average bank holiday
This weekend was lovely and sunny. I don’t think I’ve ever said that after a UK bank holiday before; I’m not sure anyone has… Himself and I made the most of it. We went to the pub for good food … Continue reading
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