Too sexy for my shorts … Circa 1993

My sister sent me some old photographs she had found when having a clear-out. This is me in my early thirties. I had good legs in those days. Not a varicose vein in sight. 

Roll forward to 2025 and I am a far less exciting person.  Sent TSM a WhatsApp today saying how much I loved the new Hoover. She agreed that it was really good at sucking things up.

In similar vein, delighted to get the tumble dryer fixed. It was the same repair man that we had before, charming guy, very quick and efficient. It is a relief to be able to go straight from washing machine to tumble dryer again although we have managed by hanging things out.

Emptied the larder cupboard today. One of those things you really regret doing halfway through. In fact, I became actually depressed, not just a bit fed up but actually depressed at the whole thing. Apart for anything else, the cupboard is just full of stuff that we have only bought at markets because we feel sorry for the stakeholders and want to give them some business. So we have about 20 jars of specialist mayonnaise, 20 jars of chutney and all manner of strange sauces including banana ketchup. On the plus side there wasn’t masses of out of date stuff on this occasion, which is something which really depresses me.


Went to meet TSM from work. One of the strange things about retirement is walking up to an office building where you used to work and seeing people coming out at the end of the day and thinking: that was me once, not long ago. Spent half my life behind a desk. I so do not miss it. 

Really struggling with the theory of relativity at the moment. I promised myself I would use my retirement to understand it properly but I still don’t get it. Why should the mass of an object increase when it goes faster? And does that mean if you run backwards you lose weight? …