Money, money, money…

Money makes the world go around, or so they say. Money can’t buy you love, I believe The Beatles said. Money is the root of all evil, some have said. Actually that last one is a misquote from The Bible. It’s the love of money that the is the root of all evil. But we

Holiday…. It would be so nice

I go on holiday tomorrow. It’s been an annual tradition for the last few years, that me and my dad go to our favourite place in the world, where he took us as kids, where his parents took him and my aunts as kids. I love it. I loved going back in 2014 after so

Weight.

No flashy clever title today. A while back, I wrote a post called ‘Fat Club Blues’. This, I suppose is a follow up. Things have not gone the right way. I tried again to follow a plan to lose weight. Which I desperately need to do, as my other health issues have deteriorated and the

Mother’s Day…

I don’t have any biological children. It was just not on the cards for me. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if i had been able to. It’s difficult to imagine after all these years. I wonder about the different relationships over those years and in some cases, am glad I could

Dazed and confused…

Have you ever suffered with a migraine? I don’t mean a really bad headache, I mean migraine. It’s very difficult to explain or describe to someone who hasn’t. I was struck down yesterday morning around 6am with my latest migraine. I’d only been awake half an hour and I knew it was coming. I tried

Here I go again…

Well, bugger it. In my first post last year, I explained how I had started writing some time ago and stopped. Then I wrote a few posts and promptly disappeared. And I am back again. Everything was just too much and I became ill, and I just couldn’t put anything into words. Here I am,

Workin’ 9 to 5.

Or 10-8, 12-10, 9-2… I quite like my job. Most of the time. I’m generally just glad to have a job, especially in these Covid times. But. Yes, yes there’s always a bloody but. I work in hospitality. I am a pastry chef slash baker. Our restaurant has ‘died a death’ as the saying goes,

Fat club blues.

I am overweight. I have been for most of my adult life. I’ve been at a decent weight/size at times, but for one reason or another, the weight piles back on. I am, I suppose, an emotional eater. I do tend to eat my feelings. Then I feel bad about eating, get depressed about my