Lianne – cheers for the reminder.

Mya – only if you bring the cheese. Cheesy smugness is where it’s at, apparently.

Lucy – sprawling & editing sound a good combo, especially when combined with cake. Oh, I can’t wait to run away to France. Sadly, I’ll be as dufferish as the rest by the time I can afford it

Sheepish – you are so not a gimmer with a zimmer! Love the phrase though. You did the London marathon? Wow, cool. Yes, four times a week is about right. I don’t quite go every day; I’m not as daft as I look, luckily. Marching about with ‘determined arms’ on the ‘off’ days makes me look dafter though…

I can recommend getting together with an old duffer and feeling spritely by comparison, it’s certainly worked for me. Even better, move to rural France and you’ll find most of your friends and neighbours, French and English, are also well past retirement age and you can go round with the illusion of being an eternal teenager indefinitely.

I see no reason why sprawling and editing need be mutually exclusive…

Mya xxx

Caroline – You look like a muppet when you run, I look like Miss Piggy if I don’t run. It’s a cruel old world.

Lucy D – It’s all rather horrifying, isn’t it? Before we know it, I’ll be hoovering even when I’m not expecting anyone!

Fiona – I’m sure TV dinner parties are far more civilised than proper ones. And you can perform then in your pyjamas which is a major plus. Five-Zero but with a young pirate? Sounds as if you’ve got life sorted!

The pirate is younger than me. Younger men are so now darling. And so are dinner parties I believe. I have mine on my lap in front of Coronationenders.

Feel free to ask me if I’m running anytime you pop over

Jumbly Girl – don’t even get me started on the Boden catalogue. All those skinny girls in sequinned skirts and wellies proclaiming their love of Guinness and bacon butties. Why do we torture ourselves with it?

Yvonne – I must confess, I’d never realised that a conservatory was the writerly tool I’ve been missing all this time.

Lane – No Boden for boyf. Am a little envious that you’ve had the dog issue. Where’s mine? Maybe the postman thught it best not to encourage me…

Karen – you can see my fluffies and sparkling car from there? Crikey.

JJ – I wish my brain would seize up and stop giving me thought about moving about all the time.

Kate – You wouldn’t say anything about heroines if you could see me puffing about in the woods like a broken down steam engine

Helen – Yes. Lie down more. Eat more cake. Those are my resolutions for next year.

B – Am resting my bits, worry not. Maybe you could run on my behalf; sounds as if you’re much better at it me.

Bedshaped – really? shoulder pads? Oh, please say it isn’t true. They’ll look good with my ra-ra skirt though.

Hullaballooooo – awake at 4? No, no, no my little Scotterland chicken. That is not right at all. (I don’t really wear skirts at all. I might when I’m a twig though.)

Carol – A hotchpotch top is a very overpriced shirt thing that comes in a charming combination of non-matching prints. Expensive suburban hippy, if you like.

Am confused….what is a hotchpotch top?

C x

Flaming Norah, I am awake again at 4am, that’s the trouble with flippin insomnia, sigh.

Awwww, you wear a flippy skirt, you are soooo cute. {{{Jen}}}