Friday, 16 July 2010

In one month...

I will be 40.

I like being my age, and the idea of being 40. I like pottering in the garden, writing poems, baking with Sam.

I like our new habit of football club, "Mini Dribblers", on saturday mornings, followed by a trip to the "Numbers" cafe, armed with magazine for Sam and newspaper for me.

I got my results from university yesterday and scored straight 'A's in all my creative writing modules. Not bad for an old-school drop out. And a full-time single parent.

I have started compiling poems for submission to competitions and publications. It would be great to get something published.

My life is possibly the most challenging and the most satisfying it's ever been.

Love, Love, Love


  1. I'm glad to hear it all. I am possibly not quite so content, but maybe that's being 43.

  2. I sometimes click on "Next Blog", and there you were. Congratulations on the writing. The worst thing about aging is not taking risks or an unwillingness to try new things. You know what's weird? I will hear a song and think....God, I love that song. Then, I will realize that song came out 20 or 25 years ago and it seems so current. Alas, if I only fit into the same clothes (although I could do without it being the New Romantic look knickers).