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Continue reading →: How Important Is It? (The Worry Barometer)Life throws all sorts of curveballs our way, and let’s face it—worry is an uninvited guest to the party of life. If we had a Worry Barometer, I reckon it’d have three trusty settings: But how important are these worries? In three months time will you even remember it? The…
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Continue reading →: Don’t Die Before You’ve LivedYou know you’re getting old when you start attending more funerals than weddings. At this rate, I might need to invest in a loyalty card. But hey, at least I don’t have to deal with the Amazon Wedding Gift List anymore. Jokes aside, aging is something that creeps up on…
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Continue reading →: Growing Old With A Bit of SassLook, I didn’t sign up to grow old gracefully. I’m here to grow old loudly, messily, and with just enough chaos to keep everyone on their toes. Graceful is for ballerinas and swans—not for someone who just Googled, “Can you sprain a hip by sneezing?” Aging gracefully means sipping tea…
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Continue reading →: Herbal MedicineHerb gardening for herbal medicine is a wild ride. One minute you’re just a regular person, and the next, you’re a full-blown plant wizard diagnosing yourself, and others, with rosemary for ‘focus’. The best part? Growing herbs makes you feel invincible. Got a sore throat? Thyme tea. Stress? Chamomile. Ate…
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Continue reading →: The Age of Self-ReflectionI glided through my 50s soaring through the festivities of freedom, oblivious to my own ticking time bomb. But as I hit the big 6-0, suddenly my ears perked up whenever I heard about famous people kicking the bucket, and, most crucially, the age at which they cashed in their…
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Continue reading →: ObesityI nearly spat out my broccoli when I realised I was tipping the scales into the realm of obesity! Seriously, who knew the line between “healthy” and “chubby” was thinner than a wafer? Blame it on BMI, the sneaky little judge of our body’s mass shenanigans. Apparently, if you’re cruising…
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Continue reading →: How To Slow Down TimeIn my 50’s I was blissfully unaware that life was zipping past at high speed. But once I hit 60 I experienced the painful realisation that the days, weeks, months and years were speeding by much faster than they ever had. In my childhood days, the onset of the six-week’s…
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Continue reading →: Do I have an allotment?Yes. But I didn’t languish on the Council’s waiting list for a year just to grow potatoes. Well, I am growing some, but my reasoning for an allotment was far less environmentally friendly. I wanted to escape from the pressure of work and the noise in the house. I…
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Continue reading →: Why Am I So Old?I suppose getting an allotment is considered the epitome of over mature. I like to think I took up all things green for exercise, silence, fresh air and vegetables that aren’t soaked in chemicals, but it can be an expression of age, and possibly loneliness. I feel that Covid robbed…
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