Savvy Poem – Enhancement

  Taking a chance, I burrow into the furrows of my freckle-spattered skin, digging out the white-grey hairs to display them, proudly, alongside any golden reminders of another me.   There are so many versions of myself, in evidence still – each one as worthy of existence, as the one before that lingers, hanging on…

Real Life: Haiku

At forty-nine, I start my real life – the one I was born to live.     Copyright owned by Jay Cool,  July 2019   Please read and comment on other posts by Jay Cool: 1: Lack-Lustre 55: Finiarted Time to Say Goodbye The Undertaking: Book Review Outstanding

Savvy Book – Season to Taste

  A grisly (or gristly) tale, even for those with a taste for the hot stuff. This morning, I purchased a bumper 100g pack of Nacto’s ‘Crushed Chillies’ from Sainsburys. But, not even a bucket-load of the latter would be enough to persuade me to take a chance on Young’s ambitious plans for the diet…

29: A Hat Day

What better thing to do on a windy and woefully wet Saturday, than a spot of hat modelling? One’s cluttered cloakroom shelf makes the ideal backdrop for the shoot! And, yes, I know it’s obvious that I’m doing my best to promote Suffolk Punch Comedy Club gigs, by wearing such a fabulous t-shirt!* But, I…

Menopause: Silly-Savvy Poem

I pause, just for a nanosecond, to consider the flaw in the word menopause. Isn’t it women, they such as I, that suffer from the pause? And what is this pause anyway? Do women just stop, rest awhile, and take the time to consider, as I – am doing – now – the flaw? The…

Laughter on Tap: Menstruation

It’s that time of the month again! And, no I’m not talking about my menstrual flow. I’m a middle-aged woman – give me a well-deserved break! It’s that time – first Wednesday of the month! Brewery Tap time! Time for a laugh with another of many hilarious Suffolk Punch Comedy Club gigs. I say, it’s…

Under No Circumstances

Under no circumstances must I: sing, fart, dance, or wear double-denim. And I should not – ever! Look like an old lady having a mid-life crisis!   I take this on board – it’s sound advice, so I change my act, because there’s nothing wrong, I think, with looking like a middle-aged lady, and being…

All Three of Me

Time is limited.  There isn’t much left of it, he said. Why then, at forty-nine has my life as myself only just started? And will the first year of my new beginning last until the end of time? Or, in the stretching, will it thin out – in the middle – with neither of the…

April

  In April, I reach my forty-ninth milestone. In April, I am already too young to be cost-effective. In April, I celebrate my usefulness to myself. In April, I become myself. In April, I write and write and write. In April, I blossom into a youth that is me. In April, I am.   Copyright…

Tape With A Heart

Turns out that to be approaching fifty is to be backtracking to forty, taking a look at the unpaid-for mortgage, and trying to fast-forward to sixty, before being trapped somewhere in the                                                …