A Midlifer in London – a baby boomer trying to stay relevant
A midlife lifestyle blog in case you are wondering
Being able to finish a book is one of my pleasures in lockdown life. Like many people, in the previous pre-pandemic existence termed ‘normal’, I would hardly have time to finish reading a book. I have bookshelves littered with half-read books. In fact, some are quarter-read books. I was time-poor, in my defence. Perhaps my …
There are so many ways in which one comes to the realisation that one is gripped by the midlife crisis. Mine was a gradual and dawning one experience. The alarm clock would go off. I would struggle to wake up. Getting out of bed was the second struggle within a space of five minutes of …
When I was growing up, resilience was never a word used in common parlance. Maybe it materialised its’ meaning in other ways through words like ‘be strong’ or ‘pull yourself together’. I wasn’t brought up in a harsh third-world workhouse but toughness was certainly a part of the culture then. There was no such concept …
Once I went into a snazzy looking Indian restaurant in Scotland. My expectation was that the surroundings would translate into good service and exquisite dishes. How wrong I was. The curry was extremely below average after a long waiting time and the waiters were self-entitled. The snazz of the place had gone to their heads. …
When I was growing up the phrase ‘midlife’ didn’t even enter my etherscape (I just made that word up). Anyone over 40 was, in my opinion, as old as the mountains. And getting old was something that was never going to happen to me. Why I thought that I will never know! Youth makes one …
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