Wednesday, 28 September 2011
MY MATE KEV/THE MENOPAUSE
Kev was made redundant last year. He’s worked all his life. He might lose his house 'cos he can’t pay his mortgage. He’s selling it for a knock down price before it gets repossessed.
Kev’s great, and like me, he too can laugh in the face of adversity. Today we got onto the subject of the menopause. Kev knows I am suffering/going through/dealing with the menopause. Kev, Molly, Ruby, Niamh (our collective dogs) and me all walked up a quite a big hill. We stopped half way up so I could get my fan out. Heat wave + hot flush, not good. Bloody hot flushes, bloody menopause I said. Kev said “what is the menopause, is that when you have a pause from men?” So I said yes Kev, I think it is. How can you possibly consider romance when you wake up in the middle of the night, dripping with sweat, stuck to your duvet, to find your dog feasting off the sweat on your forehead? Then we got to talking about Always Ultras. These are some of my ideas to use them now I no longer have a need.
Although I no longer need Always Ultra
I’ve found a use for them now
I can lie down with one pressed
Onto my sweaty brow!
Another use for Always Ultras
I may well start a trend
I could use them as a book mark
When I ‘m reading Peoples Friend
Now I’m on a roll
I might design some posters
I can cut my Always Ultras out
And turn them into coasters!
And what about some insoles
To put inside your shoes
I still have 2 packets of Ultras
For which I have no use!
Anyway, Kev came up with a brilliant idea and we are wondering if we should take it to Dragon’s Den. This is what he said, we could use them to make Para gliders for Barbie dolls and sell them on e-bay!
Any comments on this would be most welcome.
Wednesday, 14 September 2011
THE MENOPAUSE
The older I get, the more I am reminded of the things my dear old Mum used to say and the things I used to take with a pinch of salt, for instance “Wait till you are my age”. Well I am now at the age my Mum was when she said that. I can assure you, it is not something I have been waiting for. Getting older is inevitable and the Menopause is nature’s way of reminding you of this. Hormones, testosterone, oestrogen, progesterone. These are all lovely words that roll off the tongue. They do not, however, describe the hot flushes and the sweat that rolls from your head down your face, neck and back or the random little whiskers that appear on your chin:-
As well as the horrendous hot flushes
There’s something else that’s weird
In between the beads of sweat
I’ve started to grow a beard!