Welcome and come on in for the first coffee of the New Year. How has the year been for you so far? Did you set resolutions? I hope if you did you have done better at keeping them. I only set one and that lasted two days. The constant battle will continue however in the weight department. Any tips gratefully received although I know what I have to do I just don’t seem to be able to muster the passion I need to do it. In fact at times I say “I’m just going to embrace fat.” If it was just body image I could happily do that but I fear that it affects health and that and mobility as you get older have to be worked at. Anyway, I’m being rude chattering when I haven’t even offered you your choice of beverage. What would you like? I have most things.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I have really enjoyed these last weeks of having little on. It has allowed me to totally relax. I feel as though I am on holidays and that is wonderful. I could have gone dancing last night but even that didn’t make me want to give up my holiday feel. This coming week it is as though the holiday is over. We have appointments and regular activities that are commencing again. I’ll dance next week.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I am well on track to completing the final edit of my memoir Nightmare in Paradise. That has really buoyed my spirits. As you can guess from that I have been spending my holiday time writing, reading, gardening and eating.
Because I have been doing little that you want to hear about I am going to have a brief rant instead and perhaps someone can explain it to me. In our public carparks we have the parking bays closest to the shops reserved 4 for disabled, 8 for mothers with prams leaving 3 more spots close to the shops. Why do mothers with prams need these parks at this proximity. Surely they are the fittest they will ever be at this age. What about those elderly who don’t fit the criteria for a wheelchair permit but are still weak and infirm, walking with walkers and sticks yet have to park a long distance from the shops. I just don’t get it. Rant over.
One thing I love about the blog world is that it sends you on journeys that you probably would never have taken but for a chance comment, a prompt you need to research or just random reading of others words. Such an occasion happened with a comment that explained to me where Bobby as a term for policeman came from. I didn’t know that it came from Sir Robert Peel but the name immediately clicked. I had to find out what the name had triggered in my memory. He was a Prime Minister during Queen Victoria’s reign and quite an incredible man working toward free trade and peace back then in the early 19th century. Revisiting this I found some quotes that I just had to share:
quotes from Sir Robert Peel