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At school I would wish so hard that we would run out of time and the lesson would end so I wouldn't have to read out loud. I thought about this today as I was driving to The Kitchen at The Wharf in Langport -  my hosting venue for Somerset Art Weeks. As a child I was SO scared of…

Now, don't get me wrong, some people are very happy in their jobs and live their whole life doing what they do never wanting or needing to change. I know I was. I always wanted to be a beauty therapist. From the age of 13 when I had to choose options at school, I knew what I wanted to do…

It's a question we hear a lot these days, or is it just an age thing, and we are just more aware of it? Were we being told about being happy in our skin at the age of 20? Probably not. We were all concerned over our cellulite and big thighs, which diet was the best and how many Jane…

I'm a little late in writing a new blog post. I was suddenly aware it is nearly mid summer, and realised I haven't written since the trip to France. Rather than panicking about it, I noticed that I have actually given up worrying about time. People inevitably exclaim,'Where has the time gone? Is it mid-summer already? It will soon be…

Some of you will have seen via instagram that I have been a little arty recently. It's been a while coming to fruition, but I have embarked on something new. Something that can run alongside what I already do. I used to paint, but I'm not a natural born artist, giving up art at school, as only the superbly talented…

'You just want everything to be pink and fluffy, that's not real life you know.' YES, I do want things to be pink and fluffy. Why wouldn't you want everything to be nice? What is the harm in that? Now, I am realistic, I know world peace is probably a far off dream, and there are people on this planet…

I had no one to entertain, no hoards of visitors to feed, and no long list of presents to purchase, but it really got to me this year. Ridiculous really. I became teary, depressive, and almost agoraphobic. Gone are the days where I used to look forward to Christmas for the parties. The thought of having to purchase a new…

I wouldn't say I was a particularly stressed person these days. Christmas is never a huge affair as we have no children or grandparents to buy for, so there should be no reason for panic or last minute stress. No mountains of mince pies to bake, and no pans of red cabbage bubbling in the oven. It's all very low…

It may not seem a big deal for many, and I have to say the run up to it was worse than the actual birthday, but becoming fifty was quite an issue for me. My husband also reminded me, that so was 30 and 40! Many people would think I was mad to be worried about it, when I should…

Fifty is NOT the new forty. It's fifty. It is as it is, and at some point you may begin to think you are invisible. Are you invisible? Have you had that feeling that there is nothing to look forward to, or to plan for? Are you lost because your children have left home and your identity has shifted? Has it…

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