I am a woman who has picked myself up more times than the average piece of litter in a house proud home. This blog is intended to make every woman in her 50s feel fabulous and hopefully laugh along the way. Enjoy!
It’s Saturday evening in early autumn. Back in the 1980s, Saturday evenings were spent in a small house with five members of my family. We would watch The Generation Game, followed by Dempsey and Makepeace. Then, we’d have a chippy meal and there were always loads of arguments as I fought for a side seat…
When I woke up on a sunny Saturday morning, I had plans to run some errands and enjoy the day. However, my plans were quickly disrupted as I opened my front door to find a large group of amateur cyclists blocking my road. It seemed that a cycling race had taken over my neighbourhood, much…
On Saturday morning, I woke up feeling mentally exhausted. I had a dream that I was dating Elon Musk, and it felt like hard work. It’s strange because I have no reason to dream about him since I am currently dating the perfect man. I think it’s because I’ve become addicted to GB News recently,…
My ex (father of my twins) first relationship after we split was with a Russian gold digger. She worked at the local launderette, and their eyes met over the industrial washing machine. Apparently her face looked like a slapped backside but her body was ‘the most beautiful thing he had seen’. She gave him the…
Being in my 50s, I find dealing with technology overwhelming at times. The rise of social media and blogging makes it seem like everyone is sharing online, which can be daunting. Today, I spent 5 hours setting up a blog, and although it’s not perfect, I’m proud to have achieved this despite my limited technical…
Last week at this time, I was standing in a wet field with 5000 other rockers, holding a flask of pinot grigio and enjoying the music. This wasn’t my first rock festival, and each one brings unforgettable memories. The day before the festival, I was a bit tipsy drinking pinot in the car, chatting nonsense…
Being a hard rockin’ 50-something-year-old woman is a unique experience filled with ups and downs, laughs and tears, and of course, plenty of rock and roll. As I reflect on my life so far, I can’t help but chuckle at some of the situations I’ve found myself in. First and foremost, let’s talk about love.…
Rockin' in my 50s: Love, Independence and Ageism 