MY MATE KEV/THE MENOPAUSE

Been for a day out with my mate Kev. Been mates with Kev for 20 years but we both moved and lost touch for a bit. It was much harder to find him because he is not on Facebook. We are both 54. Kev is a brilliant singer a writer of songs and a guitarist. He was in a band in the late 70’s early 80’s. He could have been a rock star but he chose to veer off the path of fame and fortune for the sake of love, a love that lasted 15 years. Kev is single now like me. He’s a grumpy old man and I’m a grumpy old woman but we can both laugh about it now and talk about hindsight, what might have been and how life would have been so different if only…..

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.

The Sounds of Suburbia

When I took the dogs out this morning I was aware of the sights and sounds of suburbia. During the short walk to the woods down the tree lined streets, I could see and hear the chatter of the Mums and kids going to school, I could hear the wind whistling through the trees and the quiet hum of the traffic going round the little roundabout. I saw a golden retriever with a limp and I had to step onto the road to get past a mini JCB parked on the pavement.

The sound that made me think was the sound of empty bottles clanking into the blue bins. Could this have been the remnants of a weekend partying or just the empty bottles where at the bottom, the answers to the meaning of life, the universe and why we are here were maybe found, albeit briefly.