L I F E | march 2020

It’s a strange place to be
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March 2020
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We know it’s out there Covid 19 – a silent , invisible and deadly threat yet until it effects us directly it’s almost as it if doesn’t exist. A case of “It happens to other people … not us ?” We wash our hands rigorously while singing happy birthday and watch as the death rate tots up. Surreal. It feels like the whole world has been zapped up and plonked on a film set ; one where nobody knows what will happen next or really understands the script? Improvising

L I F E | lockdown

I was contemplating last night.

Not that much will be changing around ours during the lock down period.  I don’t have kids  so there is no home schooling or need to entertain [ accept myself] . I’ll not be going to my part time job and I will miss that routine. It will just be me , him, the fur babies and these 4 walls for the foreseeable. I’ve lost my freedom,  for a few weeks / months and the annual ladies weekend away this year to Lisbon. I’m gutted but I don’t think it is that big a sacrifice for what we could all potentially lose . I can’t see my dad [ or my friends ] – but I will ring him everyday. I would try to get him on the Zoom App but fear he would boil over ! Technology is not his strong point. Continue reading

L I F E | regrets I’ve had a few | 2 minute read

At the summer disco during the last term of senior school , probably around 1986 , the school hottie Richard Bennett asked me if I’d like a ‘smooch’ with him

I can only presume I went bright red [I blushed terribly back then] made my excuses and said no. It was the first and only time we spoke.

I can still remember 30-odd years on that he was donning a pair of red suede shoes [ very cool, I liked a guy who wasn’t scared of expressing himself  ] a grey suit and white shirt with no tie. He was my first crush. A crush that lasted a good number of years.

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L I F E – in a funk and a little catch-up

I’m in a bit of a funk … mojo less

I mean I’ve not even posted on Instagram for 4 days . Missing in my own mind !!

Thinking and looking back this happens every now and again so I’m not paying it too much attention. No pressure Tracey. I guess my mojo will return when it returns. I guess my brain is frazzled / knackered, it needs some time out… and a lie down on a beach somewhere!

In the meantime I just thought I’d pop on and say hello, give you a little bit of a life update and have a little natter.

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LIFE | the tree …

I find that out of all the months of the year December is the hardest … my Birthday and Christmas falling within days of each other, spent without my Mum around just doesn’t feel the same.

While everybody is looking forward , I have this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. Tears come from nowhere.

Don’t get me wrong I am looking forward to Christmas this year [ last year it didn’t even happen ] and I put the Christmas tree up last Sunday. Which is progress of sorts I guess

It’s not the best tree…

I found it squashed at the bottom of a box amongst a mix-match of pink, gold and purple baubles. I bodged it together and it’ll do. Its decidedly wonky and some of the branches are limp … but hey I’m not quite at the buy an all singing and dancing tree yet.

As the world gets more and more materialistic I find myself stepping away from it all ; does any of that matter in the big scheme of things? Does me having a crappy little tree make my Christmas any better , or worse than the lady across the road with her flashy , 6ft fancy tree…

No is the answer.

Christmas is much, much more than that . It’s about spirit , it is about remembering Christmas’s past and all those loved one who are no longer with us.

It is spending time with the people you love [ even those with a crappy tree.] I think it’s sadly lost in the buy, buy, buy culture.

My mum absolutely loved Christmas and I’m sure given time I will again… but just like my tree I’m a little bodged together at the moment , a work in progress 💗

#missyoumum