What are your future travel plans?
‘ All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes, a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
J.R.R. Tolkein (1892~1973)
We grew up six miles apart and shared a city with a truly vibrant nightlife.
It was busy, it was noisy and Brummie musos were coming out of the woodwork left right and centre. But you, Sir, were the Main Man! Without one shadow of a doubt.
A very bright star has left this world to shine elsewhere.
You will be missed.
Thank you. You did us proud 💜 xxx
John Michael ‘ Ozzy’ Osbourne
( 3rd Dec 1948 ~ 22nd July 2025)
What would you change about modern society?
I would like to sprinkle fairy dust over our modern society to give everyone a break.
‘ Be kind, everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about’
What do you listen to while you work?
Until quite recently, I would have LBC London, a chat radio station on in the background for hours…but at the moment I’m favouring silence.
However, at this moment in time, there is a fly going round that earlier must have wriggled through a slightly ajar window somewhere and cannot find its way out, with all doors and windows now wide open.
Then there’s the fridge that hums along for a short while and then shudders and sighs.
A van is reversing somewhere along the street, so his warning beeps are audible.
Squirrel manages to make quite the racket clambering up and down the garden fence as he grabs pieces of apple and then legs it to his crib.
That clock. I’ve had the kitchen clock for many years. Aesthetically, it’s very pleasing, but I have wondered for some time if the tick is getting louder. It’s beginning to grate.
Birdsong. That always delights me. What’s that saying about becoming old/er.? ‘ One minute you’re young, free and a little bit wild The next thing you know, you’re studying the details on the back of a bird seed bag’ Pigeons are cooing. My darlings blackbird and robin try to get a word in, but the crows are dominating the airwaves at the moment. Curious that they are so very loud and yet so skittish when they land.
A police helicopter will whizz overhead at some stage. An ambulance or fire engine will have me giving a quiet thanks they are not present for my benefit.
My dog snores softly, my tummy rumbles. The floorboard will creak as I cross it to put on the kettle, and you will be able to hear the rustle of a bread wrapper and the toaster fires up.
Welcome to my world.
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What’s your go-to comfort food?
I could write you a very long list of comfort foods that work for me; crunchy peanut butter spooned straight from the jar (whilst standing in the kitchen watching the birds feed)
If it wasn’t for haloumi and Feta, I’d be a fully paid up vegan. But these salty cheeses get me every time.
Oh, and curly fries. I won’t go on and on, but I easily could. To finish up I must add meals cooked by someone else.
The best food I’ve eaten recently was at The Tremenheere Sculptor Gardens, just outside Penzance in Cornwall. Oh my goodness, the Mushroom Risotto was sublime..
What’s your favorite game (card, board, video, etc.)? Why?
A few days back, Daily Prompt asked us what activities we did that made us lose track of time.
I mentioned playing and enjoying Redecor, Zen Word and Woodle Screw on my tablet. Well, that statement was the kiss of death as I’ve already stepped back from two of them.
Redecor, as the name suggests in an interior design game. I’ve played it for years and mostly pay a little each month for enhancements. But enough already! The repeated graphics are becoming tiresome, and I’m properly bored of ‘ beige’ winning every round. Use any form of self-expression and you tank. Simple as.
Woodle Screw is a logic nuts and bolts game, totally addictive, and that’s not healthy.
I shall still play one round/ circuit of Zen Word each day, ’cause that’s why we’re all here, isn’t it? For the words. The game lasts about 30 minutes, giving my grey matter a bit of a workout.
And that’s about it, really, for today.
Yesteryear, I was taught to handle a pack of cards by Lily and Arthur, my guardians, at that time. I have fond memories of playing Gin Rummy at their kitchen table. Or Patience by myself. Happy days.
What foods would you like to make?
I would like to perfect a South Indian breakfast. Having written about favourite foods before, I won’t elaborate. Simply to say it’s divine. Maybe I should learn to master a pressure cooker?
For the majority of the years I lived and worked in India there was a cook in the house. How lucky was I to have my breakfast presented each morning, in such a manner. A daily feast. Amazing!
Often I would drop into the kitchen to see what was going on. It was always such a hive of activity. Pans rattling, wonderful aromas, huge piles of palak ( spinach) and bunches of fresh corriander…local chit chat and a Tamil film score in the background….. wow
I re-engaged with WordPress on February 1st this year. Steadily I have posted a little each day.
Today, 50 of you gorgeous peeps have
subscribed. Special thanks as always to June, from Fancying France, for being the first.
In truth it could have been lots more, but I got the feeling 20+ accounts added in one swoop and often were probably Bots and not a whole swathe of peeps who thought what I had to say was the best! So I got rid. WordPress has since taken away my capacity to bin subscribers, I think.
So that’s all I want to say, really. I love the folk I have subscribed to.What an interesting crew you are. Eric Foltin, Serial Killer Chic? Omg, it’s going to take a while for that chuckle to disappitate.
Occasionally, with your permission, I’d like to write about you guys. How I perceive the lives you live and what you’ve got to say. I will ask permission beforehand. But what an amazing mix you are. Absolutely Fabulous!
In the meantime, please add a few words in the comment box if something stirs your soul.
Thanks. Laters x
Yes, I am aware there are plenty of you guys out there with hundreds if not thousands of subscribers, and you may have been posting since time began, but in the words of LJ ‘ I am me and you are you’. Best wishes
Dogs or cats?
Dogs, but I love cats too
Animals are my thing. I just love them!
Dogs are an absolute passion, I share a life with my Canine companion, and I’d be lost without him.
But it’s cats that really make me smile; their aloofness, the patience they have to sit facing a stone wall for as long as it takes to spot a field mouse. Their way of using that last ray of sunshine to nap in. Their agility and poise. They way they prowl through my neighbourhood and stop outside just long enough for Patch to pick up their scent and react. I’m sure they do that on purpose. Their curiosity. Their stillness.
‘ Dogs have owners, cats have staff ‘ Margaret Benson ( 1865~1916)
Here goes..
When I began blogging again in February 2025 using Boomer in my handle. ( ‘ Handle’ do people even use that expression anymore? lol) I knew from the off I was very aware it would limit an audience. Transparency and authenticity are important to me, so I decided to go for it.
Some ladies of my age came forward. Engaged with me and subscribed. I sincerely thank you as it gave me the conviction to continue with my thoughts, to unpack a life and put some things to rest.
Then I got sidelined by the Daily Prompt, which wasn’t such a bad thing. It did what it said on the tin. It gave me a direction, each day I was given stuff to think and write about. Thank you, DP. I will never diss you. You got me up and running.
I appear to have digressed somewhat. The rant……..
What I am struggling with is how the younger generations are spewing out content day after day in online articles. It seems to be constant now how Boomers should live their lives. What we should and shouldn’t wear, which items in our homes they dislike ( because they are old fashioned, duh) even the language and phrases we use. The audacity to chat about times gone by.
What I’d like to say is ‘ Hey pal, you may or not have a long stretch of future ahead, but we do have a rich past to look back on. You’d be so lucky’. You guys didn’t invent festivals. Have you never heard of Woodstock, Isle of Wight, Knebworth, Blackbushe?
We have lived through decades of changing fashions; our clothes, make up, music it was ongoing and constantly changing. It was loud, it was exciting, city nightlife was vibrant.
I do not understand what I choose to have in my home, what I wear, and what language I choose to use is open for dissection and ridicule by someone whom has yet a life to live, a person of little experience in the world.
An enlightened youngster was heard to say recently,’ I am me’. It is a pleasure to know you, LJ. Somewhere get it.Some don’t.
What really makes me cross is the thought of them getting paid for their hollow opinions. For what amounts to being rude, don’t you think?
This has been a long post, but if you have read thus far, I thank you. Do say something in the comment box; whatever age you are and how you feel about the intergenerational differences that cause friction.
To all Baby Boomerd, Generation X, Millenials, Gen Z, ( Generation Alpha, not yet, obvs) listen up…
‘ In a world where you can be anything, be kind’ Caroline Flack ( 1979~2020)
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