I am back!

Recently I have been plagued by horrifying thoughts that my mid-life crisis was over ..... Plagued!

There were very clear signs ..... I found myself 'pottering' in the garden ...... For those of you who do not know what pottering entails I shall enlighten you.

Pottering can include such activites as;

'Slug hunting' ..... Creeping around the garden in the dead of night, 'Magilight' in hand, in an attempt to catch the snotty creatures chewing on your Hostas .....

'Dead heading' ...... A repetative compulsive disorder that involves ripping the slightly aged heads off flowers, repeatedly counting new buds and creating complex graphs highlighting the 'dead head' to new yeald ratio ..... This activity can lead to insanity! .....

As if the above horror was not enough, I also began to 'search for my roots' ...... No, not plant roots. (By this time I could actually plant a hardy perennial, root end downwards) ...... I am talking FAMILY roots ..... Geneology ..... Ancestory.

It was when I found myself eagerly searching through the zillion entries in the 1881 census, to find my great grandfather 'Unknown Smith', that I finally noticed the clanging in my head ...... It was the death knell!

I got myself into therapy double quick and am pleased to say that the gentle nodding of my counsellor helped me to get 'in touch' with the feelings that had led to my 'near death experience'. (There was no circle of white light just slugs and the names of long dead relatives)

In time I learned that the events of the past six months had taken their toll and forced me into premature post mid life crisis state ..... It was horrible.

However, my mum is now coping with her grief following death of my stepfather, my sister, who has terminal breast cancer. is zipping around London in her newly acquired Sonic Blue 4 x 4 and LIVING. Sister number two, who has had a double mastectomy, is preparing to be a Jordan lookelikey when she has her operation to restore her lost boobs and my best mate has beaten the 100,000 to 1 odds and found the bone marrow donor who will hopefully cure her of Leukemia. Of course, work is still sh*t, socks disappear in the washing machine and my 'lover' continues to be as supportive as a broken crutch.

But hey! I am cured ...... I am stepping onto the roller coaster and it is absolutely brilliant to be back.

I am OUT this weekend, my red toenails match my knickers and I am ready to party. D

Is there life after the mid life crisis? I am not ready to find out.

Sparky xx