Blogmas Day 24. I can’t believe it! Today’s post marks the last day of Blogmas and it’s been a true joy. Thank you for reading. All that remains for me to say is Merry Christmas. Whatever you do and whoever you’re with, I wish you grace, peace and hope. I’m sure that’s how Jesus wouldContinue reading “Merry Christmas!”
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Blogmas Day 23. I read a tweet the other day that said something along the lines of “Where are all the vision and goal-setting memes and quotes in the run-up to 2022? 2020 and 2021 have made us all mighty quiet…”. Ain’t that the truth. The atmosphere of uncertainty about our current situation and theContinue reading “Promises, Promises…”
So, Like… Why Though?
Blogmas Day 22. Twenty-two days (almost) of writing every day. Do I, generally speaking, consider myself a writer? No. But I know better now than to write myself off from describing myself as anything. So why would I do this? Well, back in 2017 when I was away on one of my retreats, a womanContinue reading “So, Like… Why Though?”
Better Every Day…
Blogmas Day 21. I was woken by my 10 year old nephew this morning. “What day is it today?” I don’t know about you but days are completely lost to me lately. Pfft!- lately? Let’s try the last couple of years. When I got my wits together and consulted my calendar I exclaimed, “It’s theContinue reading “Better Every Day…”
Is the ‘O’ word over yet?
Blogmas Day 20. That is a genuine(ish) question. Spoiler Alert – we made it to Anguilla. Two flights; heart in the mouth moments at check in; a mildly terrifying boat ride from St Maarten to Anguilla (I’m sure the Captain thought he was in the latest Bond movie by the way he was bombing acrossContinue reading “Is the ‘O’ word over yet?”
The Spectre of Omicron 2: Escape from the UK.
Blogmas Day… ??? I have genuinely lost track of the days and how many days of writing I’ve missed. Heck, I’ve not even been drinking my advent teas to keep me on track – how am I supposed to know what’s going on?? I’m writing this from halfway across the world in Anguilla and itContinue reading “The Spectre of Omicron 2: Escape from the UK.”
Music Was My First Love, and it Will Be My Last…
Blogmas Day 15. Never has there been a truer statement. Music is life and I absolutely adore it. Not only does it soundtrack all events – and non-events – in life, it’s now a part of my job and I’m living the dream of 9 year old me making ‘radio shows’ by ripping off musicContinue reading “Music Was My First Love, and it Will Be My Last…”
Blogmas Day 14. I had news today that a close friend lost his father suddenly last night. This isn’t going to be a long one today because I honestly don’t know what to say. I’ve been to a few funerals this year and what they all have in common was that they were all wonderfulContinue reading “Condolences.”
The Spectre of Omicron
Blogmas Day 13. Let me get all the disclaimers out of the way before I start my rant: I’m not a Covid-19 denier. It’s real. I’m not an anti-vaxxer. I believe vaccines are important. I have no medical or public health qualifications whatsoever. I’m incredibly biased on this subject as it now pertains very stronglyContinue reading “The Spectre of Omicron”
Last Show of the Year!
Blogmas Day 12. I’ve not had a post-show nap today and it’s now 10:30pm. I’m surprisingly still full of beans – well, not full to the brim but more than half way. It’s not just down to today’s Matcha Green Tea with Ginseng, it’s – as my producer described it – De-mob happiness. I’ve stillContinue reading “Last Show of the Year!”