I’m 65 years old.
I have a horse who is 26, a marriage that is 25, and cancer which is 29.
I have curly hair and a gallows sense of humour.
I like afternoon naps, eating bagels and wearing red lipstick.
I don’t like scented candles, or public toilets, or hypochondriacs.
I live in a picturesque Victorian home in the middle of outstandingly beautiful countryside. I adore my job, have friends who love me, a horse who reads my mind, an amazing husband, and cancer.
Apart from the cancer (which I seem to be stuck with) I have everything I want.
A new post each week, a mixture of musings, observations and events as I negotiate a path around the obstacles.