About Menopausal Me
I always thought that by the time I reached my 50s, I would be sorted – confident, wise, accepting of who I was and what I looked like, and maybe even love myself a little. Instead, I have been moody, mad and miserable – or MMM, as I like to call it. It transpired that instead of growing into a loving, balanced and self-assured woman, I became menopausal and had done so in a secret kind of way – for my eyes only.
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No 29: It’s an Inside Job
Today I want to talk a bit about moods albeit not in the usual way. Recently, I learned that we experience life not from the outside but from the inside. It’s an inside job. I was both shocked and surprised (or SAS as I like to call it)
No 28: Top Secret
Today I met up with my friend Heidi for coffee. Actually, it was green tea, but I like to refer to it as coffee even though I don’t drink coffee and haven’t done so in more than a decade. Heidi is 58 and a senior nurse on a
No27: Lady in the Bank
Today was a banking day. These are not my favourite days. I am lazy when it comes to banking. I am lazy with petrol, too. I am lazy with a lot of things, bar the things I like to do. I have two places where I can bank