Playing Hostess…

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My old school chum was kind enough to invite me to stay at her house over 200 miles away for a long weekend last year, so it was only a matter of time before I was in a position to be able to reciprocate. She arrived at Casa de Steampunk on Friday and we almost immediately decided to go back to visit our old school! Within the hour we’d turned up unannounced, but despite this the staff went out of their way to help and we were given a fabulous guided tour of the corridors and classrooms we last inhabited almost forty years ago. Back home much Pinot Grigio was polished off as we chatted into the wee small hours about PE lessons, lockers and, of course, boys.

The following morning the rain stopped long enough for us to take a leisurely stroll, ending up at a posh hotel when my mate was able to do some impromptu business. We then drove to a nearby village to sample the delights of all things boaty before filling up on pub grub, followed by a game of dodge-the-thunderstorm en route back to her Merc. Girly shopping was next on the list so it was off to an out-of-town complex where we spent several hours browsing amongst discounted curtains and duvet covers, frilly undies and home-wares. An encore of wine and gossip finished off our busy day perfectly.

I have no idea where the time went, as in the blink of an eye it was suddenly midday on Sunday and she was off back home again. It’s wonderful to be able to mull over happy memories but it’s even better when you can do so while creating brand new ones. This was my first attempt at hosting a guest at Chez Moi since becoming single, and judging by the success of this weekend it certainly won’t be the last, although I just need to give my liver a while to recover…

Spoilt Rotten…

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What a truly amazing day I’ve had, courtesy of my gorgeous, grown-up twin daughters. I met up with them mid-morning, close to the local railway station, from where we travelled to a place I hadn’t been in donkeys years. It was my first time on a train in over 9 years and I was stupidly excited. On arrival we headed straight for the town centre where browsing market stalls and girly shopping stuff was the order of the day.

Lunchtime we went to a really lovely ‘gastro pub’ and I was treated to the most delicious sandwiches on earth. They then surprised me further by presenting me with the most fabulous solid gold ear-rings! We then did more shopping and ate yummy ice creams before heading off to a nearby waterfront where we admired glorious boaty things until it was time to make the return trip back home.

I can’t even begin to explain how wonderful it felt to be given such a lot of very happy memories to take home with me. I love my special girlies as big as the sky. I always have, and I always will…

Weight…

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As a habitual comfort-eater, I’d gained several pounds over the years (ok, stones), so it’s come as something as a surprise that during this highly stressful period of adjustment in later life I’ve actually lost a couple of inches off my lower regions. Whether it’s down to the fact I’ve done a lot more walking in recent weeks than usual (walking is when I’m better able to think through problems), or that my new shopping list no longer contains crisps, chocolates, cheese or white bread, I can’t be entirely certain.

I’m not too bothered about the whys and wherefores, but am delighted that I can finally get my size 18, non-stretch jeans past my knees. Actually, when I cautiously tried them on last weekend they squeezed up over all the flab and cellulite (gross) and up as far as my waist! True, I had to lay on the bed to zip them up, and I couldn’t sit down in them for fear of rupturing vital internal organs, but hopefully in another couple of months I’ll finally be able to get rid of my chavvy old elasticated jogging bottoms. Who’d have thought it?!

Firsts…

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When you’re newly-single, it soon becomes apparent that there are an awful lot of firsts in your new life, and none are quite so overwhelming as the first time you venture into Tescos to buy ‘meals-for-one’. When you’ve spent all of your adult life shopping for children and/or partners, it’s extremely strange to no longer need certain aisles. You end up automatically in the meat section – even though you’re vegetarian. You pick up men’s deodorant that’s on special offer and ALMOST put it in the trolley. You look at enormous boxes of cereals thinking that will last a week when in reality it’ll last 6 months or more!

The best thing to do when faced with this type of situation is not to ask too much of yourself. Don’t try to figure out what a ‘weekly shop’ for one will involve, but just get enough to tide you over for a few days. Little and often will slowly re-build your confidence, and will prevent you from bulk-buying perishables which will end up in the bin. Now is not the time to be wasting your hard earnt cash.