I don't know where we're going, but we know where we are? (Part whatever)

That's normal where I am! Head bangers!

In the leaba now. Belly full and eyes are movie contented. Snooze time incoming.

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Sorta accidental boyfriend took me on our first date last night. We have been seeing each other since November and apart from when we met for a coffee the first time we met, we have never gone anywhere together.

We went to the castle overlooking the city for some drinks and to watch the fireworks down in the bay. T'was lovely.

But it confirmed to me that he is not what I want outside the bedroom. He is too serious and boring. Not at all what this mad hatter wants. Oh well. Will enjoy the other activities for now. 😊

Not just you Grem.

In bed , The Art Of Incarceration on Netflix here .

Roll on the weather picking up over the next few days 🌤️☀️

Just finished watching it , I think you'll like it. .must put your one on the watchlist.

The Marilyn Monroe Tapes starting here now .

After watching my favourite film, again. Don't know why I love it so much but it's a real feelgood movie.

Did you ever have one of those days where if anyone looks at you, you want to kill them , This damn page keeps jumping up to the top again 🤬🤬

Evening all. I'm back after a long weekend in sunny South East England visiting friends. Spent the time driving from picturesque village to village stopping in cute pubs for lunches or coffee.

One thing I noticed. Dogs are a big part of British life. Every pub/cafe welcomes doggies and even has water bowls and snacks for them.

I was really impressed watching the owners picking up after their doggies bowel explosions too, there was no doggie waste on any street to be seen.

Today, I was in a Centra here and was contemplating buying a recliner they have on offer. I've been thinking about it for a while and when I saw it was on offer, I said I'd seriously consider it.

So with my teenager, I went in and sat into it to test the recline on it to see if it was what I want. Cue a woman cashier about 55 rushing over to tell me that I can't sit on it unless I want to buy it.

I got very defensive and said I am planning on buying it, just wanted to see if it was right for me.

She immediately backed down and said sorry she thought that I was a young one!

Someone else might take this as a compliment but I get very defensive about my age because people often assume I'm younger (I'm over 40). I just feel sometimes people don't take me seriously.

So I snapped at her telling her my age followed by the words Jesus wept 🙉

She went away mortified telling a really young cashier that she had made a fool of herself.

I left without buying it , didn't recline as much as I wanted anyway but I just wantedout asap. Young cashier looked at me really sympathetically.

I guess I need to be less sensitive about my Peter Pan face 😆

I know, I should be grateful. But I was with my teenager and was wondering did she think I was his girlfriend and not his mam 🤔 😆

That happened to me twice when I was out with my youngest son! Once in a pub and later in the night in the taxi office I was asked if he was my boyfriend. He was only 19 at the time and I was in my 40s. 🤣

Sitting listening to the best comedy show ever. It's based in the UK parliament and some lad called Borris is being roasted. Tis great craic altogether. I should be writing an article about fly-eating plants but can't find the mojo somehow. Going to go out and get some ice cream and a few groceries and then hopefully my writer's magic will return.

I can sympathise Purple. All my life I've looked much younger than I am. It can be really annoying when people don't take you seriously. Once you turn 50 it goes from a curse to a blessing, though 😉.

When I was 18 I got carded outside a Hothouse Flowers gig. I was the oldest of my friendship group and as I was , actually, 18, I was the only one without id, because I felt I didn't need it because I was an adult and was affronted at the thought(this was back in the late 80s when it wasn't compulsory to check id- basically, the bouncer asked your age, may or may not ask for some form of id but ultimately it was up to him). Everyone else had made themselves up really heavily and had their fake id's. Guess who was the only one of the gang to not be left in? And the feckers left me outside too! This highly sophisticated adult walked home, alone in the rain, bawling like a baby.

When I was first a mature student in my 30s, being keen to finally experience all aspects of being a full time student, I headed off for a night out at the SU with some bona fida young wans and got carded at the door! Que a very red faced doorman when I showed him my card and asked him to work out my age from my date of birth. Was pretty chuffed, though.

No chance of that happening these days but I still manage to pass for under 50. I don't get talked down to as much, though, that's for sure, which is just as well because I may not look like it but I'm very much a no nonsense, tell it as I find it, old bird and God help you if you try any BS on with me.

Armchair side, listening to Grumpy snore. He's home from the Day Centre about an hour now and these days he's like an anti-christ when he gets back from there. It's a case of settle him down, give him his sedation and step away to let him sleep it off. So far, no outbursts.....fingers crossed