My ex-husband used to keep money under the bed. He would shove bundles of notes under the mattress at the end of each working day, and occasionally even pay some of it into the bank. He earned a lot of cash. It was the nature of his business. The Inland Revenue never got the full […]Read More Cash under the Bed
It’s hard not to be cynical. Let’s face it, anyone with half a brain knows that pharmaceutical and chemical companies are not in the business of putting themselves out of business. With billions of dollars in profits every year, why would they ever contemplate confirming that something bringing in the big bucks now could be […]Read More Bees, Measles and the right to Live
Starting with a migraine aura on Tuesday (such pretty, vibrant, twirling colours before my eyes!) and having, once again, been clobbered by a ‘virus’ in the last 24 hours, I find myself back in bed. I don’t mind – well, I do, but I also know how to make the best of it. I can […]Read More And so to bed
Went into the bank this week to pay a bill… Couldn’t do it on line, because I don’t have a gizmo known as a ‘card reader’. As I waited in the queue for Information, a young lady came over and asked if she could help. I explained what I wanted, and she beckoned me to […]Read More Missing out
What soul expansion can be triggered by the words and actions of a little child! If you love them already the learning experience is all the deeper, all the stronger, all the more profound. It is the kind of thing that splits the heart open with a crack like thunder. You have no choice but […]Read More Lessons for Life
When woken to the fact that most of the day is spent interfering in other people’s business, telling them what to do and how to do it, it’s quite a shock to to realise how little time is left to spend in one’s own. Nearly every thought involves a wish that someone else would do […]Read More Butt out.
I’ve just completed ten hours straight, childminding my little grandsons. I started just after six this morning and finished at 4.45. I am 58 – old enough its true – but not so old as to be worthy of knocking North Korea off the headlines. My mother on the other hand was the original trooper.. […]Read More Finding the Magic in the Moment – never too old to roll on the floor