Feels like Autumn
The outside temperature dropped a little this week and I very nearly put the heating on, but as my father’s voice ranging in my ears, decided against it.
What he said went something like this…...
“Your generation expects to walk around your home in the middle of winter wearing the same attire you wear in July,
if you’re chilly put some clothes on”.
He’s largely right, we do, and I’m the worst so have decided this Autumn/Winter to take note and as I slowly pack away summer clothes I’m thinking about my home ‘attire’ and underwear. Do we now-a-days consider underwear just bra and pants or should we look to the generation who grew up without central heating and spookily survived?
Even I remember waking up to Jack Frost, on the inside of our windows, and seeing my breath in the air. School clothes in the morning were waiting for me hanging on a clothes horse round the fire with the routine to jump into them while still warm, sit at the table with a bowl of porridge, then grab satchel and off to school.
Then there was no 24-hour TV with endless stories about schools having to close because it was too cold for little brains to learn anything.
What we wore though was substantial underwear and having spent a reasonable amount of time in the Alps and battling freezing Canadian winters I really should know better. So, in preparation for this winter, I vow to dress properly indoors and out with good sensible underclothes which will save me money and energy.
Sunday Lunch is a religion nothing beats it, so lovely to see variations on a theme. The problem with our great British dish is the buying, preparing, cooking and presenting takes a disproportionate amount of time to that of the eating.
I look in horror as piranhas around the table chomp through everything in under 30 minutes when inside I’m saying “Do you have any idea how long this has taken to lay in front of you from the moment I sat in the car and drove to the supermarket?” But with often only 2 of us and a dog to worry about, Air frying shortcuts are a Godsend…I really recommend it!
We always think that after puberty and spots it’s plain sailing until we battle wrinkles. As with our teenage years, everyone’s skin reacts to the menopause differently. But from my experience the best way to survive and thrive this passage of time is to use it as a wakeup call for your own good health. Clear out ultra-processed food, exercise, hydrate through fresh filtered water take the recommended supplements and if its right for you, HRT. From the moment we’re born we are naturally aging so don’t be a victim of the multibillion-pound cosmetic industry who just want to sell you another pot expensive of cream which is not that different to the one you’ve been using but now prefixes it with the word ‘menopause’. We don’t need to look young for our age – just ‘good for our age’ – I’ll take that!
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