Comments on: Of Mundane Mumblings

By: Helen Shearer

Helen Shearer — Thu, 15 May 2008 06:53:40 +0000

Life certainly does begin at forty, although it took me until forty-one to figure that out. I don’t think you should do anything as rash as trading in your sweet, young thang for some doddery old fart. Strapping young hunks keep us young!

By: Jen

Jen — Mon, 12 May 2008 20:46:24 +0000

Carol – no shot puts, more’s the pity!

Bobo – I came, I saw, I commented. Is v good. V good indeed. Yay for happy endings

Helen – oh, no, achieving stuff – control style method – is where it’s at. Or maybe ‘lie down more and eat more cake.’ Something achievable. No?

Mya – Oh, shot put meets catapult. Genius as always.

Zinnia – Lovely bf was somehow talked into buying rather expensive camera gear. Mwah ha ha ha…

Sal – thank you… mmm… I am 11. Oh dear. Should I dust down my school uniform? Now that WOULD give the neighbours something to tut about…

By: Sal

Sal — Sat, 10 May 2008 20:48:57 +0000

Happy belated birthday – wishing you many bottles of lovely wine.

I had a bit of a “coming up to big number” crisis when I was 39, but a bit later on I decided that if anyone asks me how old I am, I shall give them my house number. So, I have been 28 for quite a while now. It’s my way of saying “sod you for asking, who gives a stuff anyway”.

By: Zinnia Cyclamen

Zinnia Cyclamen — Sat, 10 May 2008 19:44:12 +0000

Once again lovely bf gets the best line. Hope he made up for it by getting you some top presents. Happy birthday (better late than never eh?)

By: Mya

Mya — Sat, 10 May 2008 10:50:22 +0000

Have you noticed I never mention my age, Jen?
Go for it with the shot-puttery – train by lobbing coconuts through hag-neighbour’s windows – that should get the nets twitching.

Mya x

By: Helenmh

Helenmh — Fri, 09 May 2008 18:25:30 +0000

Happy Belated Birthday. I’m also in that nearly the end of the 30s place – but I think achieving stuff is very overrated, don’t you?

By: bobo

bobo — Fri, 09 May 2008 11:40:54 +0000

I have BIG news and you have to come over to me RIGHT NOW!

By: Carol

Carol — Fri, 09 May 2008 05:10:21 +0000

Happy belated birthday hon. Did you get a set of shot putts?

C x

Ps. Good to have you back

By: Jen

Jen — Fri, 09 May 2008 05:07:50 +0000

Lane – you managane to make ’shot puttery’ sound quite delicate. You must be a writer… x

By: Lane

Lane — Thu, 08 May 2008 21:49:05 +0000

You’re a mere youngling and methinks you’ll achieve lots in the next 362 days, especially if you find your lady things and don’t take up shot-puttery … although shot puttery would be quite an achievement too:-)

By: Jen

Jen — Thu, 08 May 2008 18:28:28 +0000

Helen – I’ve rather missed visiting everyone’s blogs over the past week or two. I think you win the prize for most exciting news though!

Bobo – I’m so dull, I can’t even think of anything radical to do! Sigh.

Cap’n Black – You’d better run faster then!

Yvonne – I drank the wine but didn’t photograph it. Oops.

Hullaballooooo – I’m not sure about earrings on (in?) men. But I’m sure Bobo has just the right level of cachet to carry it off.

JJ – You got pierced? Really? Wow, new hair AND new piercing, that’s cool.

Karen – no, no, it’s all making sense… bring on the sunshine light-headedness.

Breezy – ok then. Another year of gin and Jaffa Cakes and then I’ll be a grown up. Maybe.

B – Ooh, ta. It were a quiet ‘un and all the better for it

By: B

Thu, 08 May 2008 18:16:18 +0000

Happy belated birthday hope it was a good’un

By: Breezy

Breezy — Thu, 08 May 2008 16:15:28 +0000

Life begins at 40 so go on Jen have another year off then think about achievements

By: Karen

Karen — Thu, 08 May 2008 15:05:33 +0000

It’s far too hot for shot-putting, you’ll only get red and sweaty. What will The Neighbour think?? You could always take photos of swallows a-swooping and Photoshop them into a bottle.

I think I’ve been in the sun too long…

By: JJ

JJ — Thu, 08 May 2008 12:12:35 +0000

Ooh happy birthday. I am very jealous of you being in the last year of your thirties. I am well into (nearly two years) into the next decade (ye gods) and I had my ear pierced again while I was in the UK, in a fit of middle aged crisis. Oh well.