L I F E | the dog walk

At this time of year I could happily snuggle up on the settee with my frothy coffee and not venture outside for ‘ walkies’ until springtime. It tends to be dark, drizzling, pouring down, blowing a gale, icy, snowing …. or all of them! I begrudingly get ready, muttering swear words under my breath as I do.

Mollie follows my every step , looks at me with those big brown eyes and gives me ‘that‘ look. I melt. I get my boots and coat on and fit her harness . Off we toddle together armed with a bag full of poo bags , treats, hand sanitizer and lipgloss

Just Mollie and I.

Our Mollie .How could you say no to that face

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I’m sat on my bed, my 4th, maybe my 5th coffee is on the go … and my second outfit . Let’s just say the weather put play to my first one. I’m listening to David Bowie and the heavy rain that is pelting against my window. Today June feels more like October [ sigh ]

I’m giggling because earlier , at the ripe old age of 49 , I discovered Penguins have knees. Who knew eh? I thought that was the reason they shuffled – because they didn’t have any [ knees] and they couldn’t bend their legs. Sounds a bit silly when I think about it!

I should be in Lisbon right now with my lady-friends . A long weekend of fun, frolics and exploring a new city had been carefully planned …. the Universe however and the ‘shit show’ that is 2020 had other ideas. Sheffield in the rain it is then! Continue reading

L I F E | Grandad Clarke’s photographs

I adored my Grandad. Today as we celebrate 75 years since VE Day I find my thoughts are drawn back to him.

While he was alive he was just ‘ Grandad Clarke‘ to my younger brother Mark and I. My Mum’s Dad who smoked a pipe , had an annoying budgie that sang. Enjoyed a cheeky glass of Sherry , ate tripe , ALWAYS wore a shirt and tie and made the best eggs and soldiers.

He didn’t speak very much my Grandad but he had a kind face and a smile that could light up a room . I guess that’s where my Mum got it from [but my mum could talk! ]

It was only after he died and I was old enough to understand that I found out my Grandad had spent the majority of his life serving his country as a solider in the British Army. Grandad Clarke was in fact ‘Lieutenant [Quarter Master] Edwin Clarke Corps of Royal Engineers.

He died when I was 9.

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L I F E | lockdown PR

Morning Campers how are you all doing today as we enter week 6 of lockdown ?? I think its week 6 anyway – who knows ?

[ I’ve just been advised it’s actually week 7! Bloody hell how time flies when you … don’t do much ! ]

Is anybody else losing track of the days, or is it just me? Days are blending into days and weeks into weeks ; it’s like one big old round of Ground Hog Day!

I have to admit I’ve not struggled too much with the lockdown, in a weird way I’ve actually enjoyed some parts of it. Tik Tok. Reading actual books . Afternoon Gin in the garden followed by decadent baths. Binge watching ‘Gangs of London’ and the beautiful ‘Normal People’. Friday Night Zoom quizzes with my friends. However as the weather has taken a turn for the worse and I’ve found myself confined indoors I have found myself feeling a little like spider man … and crawling walls !

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L I F E | happy birthday mum

Hey Up Mum …

How is life up there on your cloud?

Can you remember Monkey Magic [ how could you forget it was Mark & I favourite programme! ] Well that’s how I like to envisage  you … zapping around on your super-powered – all singing -all dancing cloud

It’s been a funny old year. My 50th and your 75th year – the BIG one’s that we had discussed and made plans for on numerous occasions has turned into a bit of a ‘shit show’ Continue reading

L O C K D O W N | diaries day 15

Life as we know it has changed. 2020 the year we thought would be A M A Z I N G has turned into somewhat of a giant turnip!

Call it what you want … but Covid19 is not going anywhere fast.

Curse it for ruining your plans. I did yesterday . I know it’s very selfish, but I’m not a saint. I am human. I sat with a face like a Smacked Arse , consoling myself with a very large Gin after finding out our flights to Lisbon had been cancelled. Im fully onboard and totally understand why … but I don’t have to be happy about it. I guess Lisbon isn’t going anywhere and I’m sure I’ll appreciate her all the more when I eventually visit. Continue reading