Past The Bloom Of My Youth

I am resting today, my hand has been forced! My insides are sore. I am feeling old!

I absolutely love that Goldfinch is ten years older than me. Have I told you that before? I can’t remember. But it is perfect. Because when you are in your mid-thirties, you start to wonder if you are losing your charms. Well, I don’t want to make statements on behalf of the entire thirty-something female population. Maybe other women don’t, but I certainly have worried at times. I have dreaded that advancing years would shed the glamour and vivacity of youth. In addition, the injuries I received the night I was attacked, I feel took away a lot of whatever sparkle I had before.

But Goldfinch being ten years older than me…well, it makes me feel young and girly. I like that. In the past, I was in situations where I felt more like the mum in a relationship. I did not like that. It’s much more fun the other way round.

Some men only seem to improve with age. Some women too I guess. Both of my parents look amazing.  I mean no offence to George Clooney, who is a very fine specimen of a man, but I actually think my Dadda at the age of seventy, is more good-looking. Dad is super fit and permanently tanned from his decades of working as a window-cleaner (well at least his face and arms are tanned). I am hoping I can trust their genes will be kind to me.

My only worry in the meantime, is the damage that my brain playing up is doing to other parts of me. My outside looks alright, but my insides are sore and distressed!

I saw that the word for the day was MOONSTRUCK. I could not help but think of Cher and Nicholas Cage. Next year some time…I hope that someone who makes me feel young and girly and enchanting will let me get all dressed up, and take me to the opera. If there is nobody who will do that…maybe one day I make it to Australia, and ask my Goldfinch to take me to the Sydney Opera House instead.

Martin Makes Me Laugh!

Well…it is Tuesday Newsday again! I had to spend some time in hospital yesterday – which effected my plans for yesterday. But nevermind – it was a case of needs must! I am alright…I am sore inside. It’s the same old problem…brain playing up and wreaking havoc on other parts of me that depend on it. I cannot tell you how frustrating a situation it is – except I am refusing to let the frustration get to me. Instead I am live live living!!!

I was unable to spend time working on any of the posts in my drafts folder, so I thought instead I would share with you one of the funniest stories I have read from another blogger this month. I absolutely loved it! You can probably tell because I have clogged up Martin’s comments section.

The Newbury Short Story Teller

Martin, the creator of the site above has some fantastic stories on his site, but his recent post is one of my favourites so far.

I used to live near Newbury…I will include a few pictures of the countryside down below.

Please take a look at his post, because it is a very funny story, a much better post than anything I could have come up with today for you!:


Here are a few Newbury pictures for you:


What else is Newbury and the surrounding countryside famous for?

The Great British Bake Off tent…

….is erected on the grounds of a property near to Newbury – Welford House.

It is worth a visit each year to see the beautiful snowdrops!

Highclere Castle, which for most Newbury folk was famous as the home of Lord Carnarvon – as in the chap who was with Howard Carter when none other than the tomb of Tutankhamen was discovered.

But nowadays more recognize Highclere Castle as Downton Abbey!

Either way, it is a very beautiful estate. I used to often walk dogs through the estate and nearby Penwood.

Then there is Newbury Racecourse, which admittedly held no interest to me. But I did enjoy seeing beautiful horses throughout the local countryside, especially up at Lambourne and near Kings Clere.

You might bump into Andrew Lloyd-Webber or Princess Kate’s (nee Middleton) parents on a visit to Newbury amongst other folk who reside in the heart of the Southern English countryside.