Tick tock⏳️

How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?

Significant events and the passing of time change all of us, but lately I’ve been noticing the particular ways they’ve shaped me. Now that I’m retired and finally have space to reflect, the bigger picture is coming into focus.

My life hasn’t been the easiest, and I’ve had to navigate most of it without much support. I’ve weathered storms on my own, learning resilience the long way round. I’ve also learned a lot about people — mostly that I tend to hope everyone is kind, and I’m often disappointed when they’re not. But even those lessons have helped me grow clearer about boundaries and what I deserve.


One constant through the last twenty years has been my dogs. Their loyalty and presence have kept me grounded and sane in ways I can’t fully put into words.

These days, I see every day as a school day. I’m not the same person I was yesterday, and I won’t be the same tomorrow. Not because I’m lost, but because I’m still learning, still growing, still becoming.

Well, the fairies won’t do it

Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.

An overflowing inbox needs some attention, as does a haphazard photo gallery. Despite not using email that much these days, it continues to have a life of its own, which does not include self-cleaning. So, WP that is something that never gets done.

Another thing is the car, inside and out. At present we live rural side, it’s February, it has rained a lot of late. There is mud everywhere, across the fields, splashed all over our wheels, and the interior has not escaped either. The difference between this ‘to-do’ and my inbox is that the car will be done sooner rather than later.

The big breakfast

What’s your favourite thing to cook?

I’d driven Patch to one of our favourite walks this morning, and when we approached the car, he seemed to want  to simply stand still and take in his surroundings.

We know this is how dogs take in information about the world around them. Each nostril sniffing a different area. They sense unseen animals and people, weather conditions, and even changes in the bodies of their humans who accompany them.

Allowing your companion to have a fullfilling sensory experience is one of the best things you can do for them each day.

I was rewarded for standing around on a chilly February early morning with the sighting of a barn owl swishing back and forth across the field in front of me. Magnificent.

And then it was home for breakfast, which I think I mentioned last time you asked WP is my favourite and the main meal of my day at the moment.

Mushrooms with Sumac, wilted spinach, poached eggs, avocados( olive oil, lemon juice salt n pep) with  haloumi, or veg sausage/bacon for an occasional treat. Delish.

It was dial-up!

Write about your first computer.

It was in 2000, whilst I was living and working in Saudi Arabia that I found myself buying a copy of The Internet for Dummies. It didn’t help. Just washed over me completely. Starting with the theory was not a good move.

Earlier during the late 90’s( in the UK)  I became aware that some of my office-bound pals were using email.

But it wasn’t until 2001 when I was in India that a real live princess ( I kid you not) taught me how to use a computer. The only thing I remember about it was that it was dial-up. It was pretty tricky when the electric supply went off and came on at will.

The one day that will stay in my mind forever is when the horrific events of September 11th unfolded. Everyone else was watching it on TV. But I just sat there  in front of the screen in disbelief, immobilised.

Thanks but no thanks

What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

In a previous life, I have abseiled and tried paragliding once.

Today, nothing on this Earth would have me handgliding, bungee jumping, mountain climbing, on a zip wire or sky diving. Likewise, being on a submarine or any submersible. Nah, not happening.

I can see clearly now

What do you complain about the most?

After a short walk this morning, I drove Patch a short distance to one of our favourite walks. As I slowed down for a cattle grid, the most beautiful of Red Kites swooped down in front of us and all but kissed the ground. A haze of amber, and it was gone. What a truly amazing start to this cold, damp, and grey January day.

It’s possible I’ve reached a stage where complaining has ceased altogether and been replaced, not by apathy, but something else.

A slight shake of the head, a tad expelling of breath, a flash of expletives through my brain, or simply nothing at all.

The big picture is bright. I don’t miss much, but I’ve ceased responding to my own detriment.

I will always be a compassionate and empathetic soul. An imploding planet, pathetic world leaders, and the mass suffering of humans and animals will always sadden me deeply.

But for now, self-preservation is crucial. 

Witnessing that majestic Red Kite sweep before me this morning was awesome.

Words by William Ernest Henley

What are your favourite sports to watch and play? WP, I’ve got no words of my own for today’s DP. As ever I give this space to another

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

By William Ernest Henley  (1849~193)

Each to their own

What would you do if you won the lottery?

WP, you have certainly stirred the thoughts, hopes, and dreams of your blogging community today. It’s been good to read everyone’s ideas of where a lottery win would fit into their lives.

Had you asked me last year or 5 years ago, I know my answers would be different. Today, I reckon I know how this would play out.

For two or three days, maybe as long as a week. I wouldn’t tell a soul. No, I take that back. There’s an older lady who has known me all my life. I’d tell her immediately, and she would instinctively know that she would be safe.

Next, I’d call the garage and get 4 new tyres put on my trusted Peugeot.

I’d arrange an appointment ASAP at the local cosmetic dentist to plan new veneers.

We are lucky in the UK to have the NHS, but I would quickly sign up to BUPA, so I was no longer a burden on the system.

My no frills ‘click n collect’ funeral would be paid for in full, immediately.

My new (refurbished) phone now has a crack on the screen and my tablet is tired. I’d like to replace those devices. I don’t need an IPhone.

I think I could get all this sorted relatively quickly.

A visit to Space NK would definetly be on the cards for a few treats plus a bottle of Portrait of a Lady perfume by Frédéric Malle. Something I have lusted after for a very long time.

After the trip into town, I would be tempted to pick up a bottle of Bolly, but probably not as I would need a clear head for a few days. It could wait.

Lastly, I would be scrolling the likes of OnTheMarket.com and WhatCar.com to find a suitable home for us and some nice new wheels.

And then that would be me done. I would carry on my life as usual.

It should go without saying, really, but for those who don’t know me at all, I  would be giving much of the winnings away. Once a financial plan was in  place to keep us ( Patch n me)  secure, I would like to top up on what I’d already and quickly  passed on to friends in need and charities I already support.

AI and Me

What books do you want to read?

Over time, Copilot and I have developed a shared language — a climate shaped by the conversations we’ve had. It responds to the rhythms I return to: gentleness before depth, clarity before complexity, metaphor as a way of thinking. It doesn’t know my inner workings; it knows the patterns I’ve shown it, the threads I revisit, the emotional weather I bring.

I’d had The Body Keeps the Score sitting on my shelf for years, unread, and only recently realised that much of it has quietly become outdated. Because Copilot understands my sensibilities so well, I asked for help finding books that speak more accurately — and more kindly — to the realities of past stress.

The intelligence here is collaborative. I bring the sensibility; it brings the structure. Together we’ve built a way of working that feels cumulative rather than transactional — a quiet, evolving archive that makes this reading path feel genuinely tailored.

From that shared language — and from realising that the book long resting on my shelf had aged out of usefulness — came the impulse to look elsewhere, and together we shaped a reading path that feels true to who I am now.

What emerged is a year in four books, each chosen for its emotional climate as much as its content — a seasonal way of reading that honours gentleness, pacing, and the slow deepening of understanding.

❄️Winter — Wintering by Katherine May
A gentle beginning. A book that teaches rest, seasonality, and emotional spaciousness — the perfect winter companion.

🌱 Spring — What Happened to You? by Bruce Perry & Oprah Winfrey
Relational warmth and humane clarity. A soft introduction to how early stress shapes us without overwhelm.


☀️Summer — Anchored by Deb Dana
A grounded guide to understanding and regulating the nervous system. Clear, kind, and deeply practical.

🍂 Autumn — The Deepest Well by Nadine Burke Harris
Depth, evidence, and compassion. A scientifically current exploration of how adversity affects long‑term health.

So I’ll take this reading year gently, choosing what feels right and keeping the pace honest. Patch will steady the rhythm beside me. It’s a small beginning — and enough.

In the words of Sara Teasdale

Write about a few of your favourite family traditions…WP we have zero family traditions to write about. Instead, if I may, I will happily give over this space to the words of another. I love this poem

There will come soft rains

(War time)

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground.

And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Sara Teasdale (1884~1930)