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The day to day thoughts of a middle aged woman. Please don't be put off by that as for one thing, if you're not middle aged now, you will be one day. You might have a mother who is or know someone who is....it might give you some idea of what goes on in their mind, and if you ARE middle aged, some of what goes on in my head might resonate with you and your world too.

yesterday's supper

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July 05, 2012

Just though I'd show you yesterday's supper which was my take on minestrone. It turned out alright and as I made plenty, will be sufficient for tonight too!

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Life and Times of Someone You Might Know

June 29, 2022

Amanda Small never really got on with her name. The fact her family name was Small was always a bit of a joke in the neighbourhood as there was no getting away from the fact that they were a family of large people. For as long as Amanda could remember, her name had been changed by those around her. She had been known as Mandy Moo, Amanda the Panda, Manda, Mandy and Mand. Her life story defined through each variation of her name. Mandy Moo, sometimes shortened to Moo had been the name her brother Rob had given her when she was three and stayed with her through primary school. However, once she had started growing breasts, being called Mandy Moo often came with a request to see her udders and as such lost its charm. Once she started senior school, Amanda became Amanda the Panda and she was never sure whether this related to the fact her mascara inevitably ended up as black rings around her eyes or that she was by this time, a lot bigger than most of the girls in her class.

A long time away

January 30, 2017

I cannot believe that it is nearly five years since I last posted anything on this blog. In fact today I was trying to create a new blog but somehow I kept getting sent back to this site and so, I guess I am going to just carry on using it although possibly in a slightly different way. Since I last wrote anything, I have retired from work and moved with my partner to a different part of the country. The word 'retired' makes me sound so old and even though I am going to be 60 next month, I don't consider that to be old at all. If I am being honest, my enthusiasm for my work had started to ebb which in turn, caused me to worry that I was no longer being a effective or for that matter empathic in what I was doing. I found myself wanting to find solutions for people's problems and as any therapist will tell you, that isn't what it's about at all. I wonder in part whether the need to do that was because I no longer felt capable of staying with people's pain.

July 06, 2012

I thought you might want to see a picture of the banana bread I made yesterday. I had a piece just now and would highly recommend it with a cup of good coffee. It's raining again and I don't know about you, but rain always makes me want to cook........... We had a street party for the Queen's jubilee in June. I made a raised chicken pie for the occasion. This pie was, in short, a triumph. I have always been a bit shy when it comes to pastry making. I think my early experiences of making pastry by hand sort of put me off. The results tended to be somewhat leaden and never quite the same as 'real' pastry. My Granny used to make pies with pasty that was crumbly and rich and, when eaten seemed to literally melt in the mouth. I suspect the reason for their deliciousness was that they were full of lard, but that was in the days when fat wasn't considered bad for you and the best sandwich in the world was white bread spread thickly with golden syrup. So m