WOMEN OF A CERTAIN AGE GO TREKKING

“Humous?” She enquired?

knitting my own yoghurt from wild mink fluff....

Like the Italian water polo player during the slut years....

There isn’t a translation into English, some things must remain a mystery...

Ever Patient Husband’s ears were on high alert.....

I have many foibles. Obviously my foibles are interesting and well considered...

We mounted Ambion Hill, where we lay very sweaty....

I am not one of life's natural country girls, you know, can't walk without my wellies flapping....

I was convinced the grandad having his flask of tea could see me

I wonder if.....I’m finally beginning to enjoy auditory hallucinations.....

Ever Patient Husband lost his patience with the gulls....

There were too many Grandmas on the call.

...purchase cocktails without looking too seedy or desperate

The Incredible Dancing Grandma, on a window ledge.

Statues of Idris Elba, preferably naked....

Earlier this week as I was contemplating life the universe and everything or alternatively what the hell to put in this blog, Beautiful D...

...being removed by a poker faced nurse sporting a pair of rubber gloves....

My lady garden had taken on a very au naturale look.

I hold the power of life and death in my hands...

My father hoped that if I smelt of horse shit it would keeps the boys away....