Birthday Resolutions

It was my birthday yesterday.  And if there's anyone out there sending birthday wishes now that I've told you, I thank you most heartily.  But I have to say, as each year passes, it seems that the spin about age and 'it's only a number', blah, blah, blah is wearing a little thin.  And the truth of the matter is, it's not just the superficial that is beginning to worry me - you know, the lines that you can see even in low light. the cellulite that is valiantly resisting all attempts to obliterate it, and the fact that without a  doubt, you (or I) will never look thirty again, or even forty. But that's not the worst of it.  It is beginning to dawn on me that time is ticking on and that I am accumulating an ever-increasing to do list, and if I don't crack on with it quick smart then I may not get through it, or by the time I have the time, I'll have given up caring anyway.  Or worse still, I'll be old and decrepit and become one of those bitter old bags who regrets all the things she never did with her life.
So what is the solution?  Well, the way I see it I have two options;
Number one: I stop procrastinating and get on with it.
Number two - burn the list, forget about it, eat some cake and go back to looking at vintage mirrors on Ebay.
As tempting as I find Number two I have realized one other thing about growing older.  The truth is, with age does come a bit of wisdom, and self awareness - whether we like it or, and whether we acknowledge it or not.
And so, I choose Number one.  I choose life and living it.  We only get one after all, and it might be short so what's the point of wasting it? So bye bye, I'm off. To go and do one thing that will make a difference. And even thought it may not be your birthday, and you may not have a list of your own, perhaps today's the day to follow your dreams too.So good luck, good bye and have a most fabulous day!

I'm Better With Cake than Computers

I've spent the best part of two days trying to write my blog.  Not because of writers block, or broadband problems.  I can't even blame the cats, or the children or the weather.  Sadly, I only have myself and my magnificent lack of technological ability to blame.  And an appalling memory.  Ok, so it's been a while since I vented my musings on my blog, but I would have thought that some tiny nugget of know how would have led me down the right path eventually. But no. Again, sadly not.  Now had I been wracking my brain for the recipe for a nice Victoria Sponge there would have been no problem whatsoever.  Logical you see.  Eggs, sugar, flour, butter - mix it all together.  Voila! Cake.
Computers on the other hand clearly don't work on the principal of logic.  I try to sign in  -not surprisingly I can't remember my password from 1952. Slight exaggeration - I'm not that old.  But I might as well have been.  Twenty-seven emails (or thereabouts) later, I have a new password.  Did it work?  No.  Was it my fault?  Obviously.  Did I know how to sort it out?  Eventually.  But it took a sleepless night, a lot of alcohol and a marble cake to get me there (making one not eating it). The trouble is, now I'm here I can't actually remember what I was going to write about, which brings me back to my appalling memory.  So I apologize now for wasting your time, and hope that if I ever manage to find my way back into this twisted world of passwords and usernames, I will remember why I came here and successfully share my nugget of happiness accordingly.
I'm going to lay down now to recover.