As my reader will know, I have been living on my own for, well, two and a half years now. For the most part I really like it. I can watch what I want on the TV, or I can listen to the radio any time day or night (I like talk radio stations during … Continue reading Living on my own: The Moth…
Back in December I wrote a blog about becoming a "Cougar". The reason for this is because I had turned forty. Four-oh, forty. The BIG FOUR OH. All through my years of life I've heard the phrase "life begins at forty". Does it? I must have missed that bus. I was warned by friends who … Continue reading Life does not begin at forty
As everyone knows, I live on my own. Kind of the point of this part of my blog haha! Many thinks baffle me about living in my own. I'm convinced that a ghost lives here, that being Jimmy, the previous occupant. He does various things like hiding my slippers and things like that. What is … Continue reading Living on my own: Lost fork
Before I get into this blog, just a little aside. On Sunday night I nipped up to Tesco because I needed milk. The stuff I had in my fridge had nearly forced an evacuation from the house. Anyway, there I am at the self-service till thing and I scan my milk and the magazine I … Continue reading Living on my own: Actually living on my own
Four months now I've been living on my own and for the life of me I don't understand why I didn't do this sooner. I actually live on a main road now. At first I thought this would be weird. Going from a streets where a car passed a couple of times an hour to … Continue reading Living on my own: Where does the washing come from?