Category Archives: Age

Freefalling into…. the patio steps

I had a fall on Saturday.

Yes, I’m aware that it has made me sound like I’m in my 80’s, because I used to say “I fell over”, but somehow this fall felt like “a fall”.  Not very nice.

I have very very good balance, always have had. I do yoga at home once a week as well. I consider myself someone who can handle herself on a wobbly path or a slippery path.

Sadly on Saturday evening I dashed up the narrow patio steps to our raised garden to shut the chickens in their coop and something went wrong. I don’t exactly know what, but before I knew it I was falling in slow motion and trying desperately to stop my face from making contact with the gravelly patio ground.

It was one of those falls that has lots of different parts to it, A move here, then a move there to counteract the first move, then another. I must have looked pretty pathetic trying to stop the inevitable. Trying to prevent some pain.

I finally came to rest having got my hands down at some point, but my centre of gravity was very low, my cheek was almost grazing the ground and my knee (an area that I have disease in) came down pretty hard on the steps.

I was in considerable pain. Walked around the lower patio area for 5 minutes swearing and pacing and clutching my hands together.  Eventually I went and shut the chickens in before it got completely dark.

I felt like such a numpty.

I felt so old.

The patio steps in question

The patio steps in question

I’ve done a bit of research and can’t find anything on HOW older people fall, just lots about WHY they fall.  I do know I’ve read research in recent years that the more old people fear falling, the more they fall.  Makes sense. Confidence is essential for preventing falls, as is exercise and balance.

I likened my fall to that of a small child.  Like a prolonged Frank Spencer fall.  Sometime, when you are in your teens and 20’s, you just come down when you fall.  Or perhaps it just feels like you do.  Maybe it’s just because you’re usually drunk. I don’t know.

My bruised hand

My bruised hand

All I know is that it was bloody scary and a little knock to my confidence. I think part of the trouble was my lack of arm strength and I’m going to go back and do some more exercises on my arms again. See if I can get some strength back.

So for the time being, I will rub my still sore hands and arms (yes, still hurt), be kind to my sore knee and try to pass this off as just one of those things, because I’m not 80. I’m 40 and this sort of thing should not be happening.


The Makeup Bag of a 40 Year Old

I quite like makeup.  I always have.  Unfortunately I was so expert (!) at putting it on that throughout my life people didn’t think I wore any.  Except, obviously, when I went out and layered on the eyeliner and eyeshadow.  I now think it’s quite a skill to manage to wear makeup, but not look like you are wearing any, so I’m curious to what other people do now.

I though I’d share with you what is in my makeup bag.  This is it, sitting inside a much bigger makeup bag (which contains aforementioned “going out” paraphernalia) and this smaller bag contains my everyday makeup (give or take the odd item).

my make up bagI keep it in the top drawer of a tallboy in my dressing room (yes, I have one of them, not for much longer sadly).  I use a lit up Revlon mirror set to “daylight” to apply it in the morning.

my makeup bagSo what is inside the makeup bag, I hear you cry, well here is was THIS 42 year old is currently wearing on her face.

After applying my Clarins Blue Orchid oil and then a moisturiser (currently Boots Protect and Perfect Day cream) I then apply the following:

Clarins BB Cream – this is an absolute gem. The amount of people who mention how well I am or comment on photos of how dewy or illuminated I am in it are huge.  It creates a gorgeous glow.

Laura Mercier camouflage secret camouflage concealer.  I have had this for ages (yes, I know they are supposed to have a shelf life, but I tend to ignore that) and I only dragged it out again last year after the pfaff of the Bobby Brown concealer.  I now love this product. You can mix it as you see fit but I generally use the lighter shade under my eyes and the darker shade to hide the broken veins (lovely) around my nose and the odd chin spot. I use the little brush which is an eco brush from Boots.

I then apply mascara. I’ve been through all sorts in my lifetime but I find Maybelline are consistently brilliant and although it’s now tricky to find their original mascara, I use their Masterpiece one in Black.

My blusher is currently the Bobby Brown one I got last February, but as you can see I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel with it.  I use the big brush to apply it that I’ve had for about 15 years.  The one underneath is my new Clarins blush in a very similar Coral colour.  I’ve only swapped allegiance because my new town doesn’t have a Bobby Brown, but I do really rate this creme blusher. I never used a creme (or cream?) one before but once I just got on and did it, I think it’s a much nicer finish.  As you get older, anything that looks moisturised and not matte is a good thing.

Just to the right of that is my Bobby Brown creme eyeshadow in Lavender.  I’d never have chosen it myself (too old lady?) but it was picked during my makeover in February and it’s actually really nice on and provides the tiniest shade of colour. I don’t wear this to work, but a trip to visit my dad or a bbq it’s a nice understated added extra.

An eyeliner has snuck in there.  I can’t remember the brand, but they are usually a pen eyeliner of some sort, in black and I only ever put it on when I’m out for the evening at a party or big get together.  I can’t believe I used to use liquid eyeliner EVERY day through out my teens and twenties.  As I’ve got older I find it’s a bit too heavy during the day.

The tweezers?  Well I love these ones as they have flattened, ridged ends and never fail to grab.  I use these beauties on my eyebrows and sadly, my chin hair.  I’d have a full beard by now if it wasn’t for them.

So there you have it.  Anything there you fancy?  Anything you would add?  What’s in your makeup bag?





Glass Half Full


I’ve learnt a new word today. It was a word I would have quite happily not learnt, but hey ho, nothing to be done about it.  The word is:


It’s a vision condition in which the crystalline lens of your eye loses its flexibility, which makes it difficult for you to focus on close objects.  It’s an inevitability of ageing and none of us can escape it.  Not even me.

The bottom line is that I need glasses for reading.  It’s not urgent and if I really wanted to I could wait another 2 years (like I did 2 years ago) but the problem is not going away and all I’m doing is convincing myself that I can read without any issue.

I can’t.

Occasionally words become blurred (mostly in the evening) or my eyes are just a bit tired or hurt a little bit.

I also have very slight short sightedness too and although that has become a teensy bit worse, I’ve still got ok distance vision so that’s not a pressing issue at all.

After my free eyetest (I squeezed my last one out of my current employer) I then got handed to the sales guy.  I hate it when I can see a sales pitch ahead of me.  I feel like saying, just shut up and tell me the cost will you.

I have two choices.  I can get reading glasses or varifocals.  Varifocals are where the bottom of the lense is for reading (my bigger prescription) and the top is for distance (they will put my very small prescription in there).

I’m thinking I have to go for varifocals because, lets be honest, I spend most of my evening on social media with the tv on.  I can’t see what else I should do.

The trouble is the cost.

For reading glasses I can get something for about £85.

For varifocals I’m looking at around £270.

Can anyone recommend one over another?  Can I survive with just reading glasses?


There is a bit of a phenomenon that keeps happening to me and I have been noticing it more and more recently.

It’s a middle age phenomenon I think.

Involuntarily high-pitched “aaaahhhh” or “oooohs” when surprised.

Open the door on someone?


Trip up a little on a footpath?


Get surprised by a toddler as you walk around a corner?


And not just in your normal voice.  This is a distinctly “old woman” sound.  It’s higher pitched. Very sing songy.  Very bloody annoying.

It’s really unsettling.

I’d be reeeeallly annoyed at me if it wasn’t me.

“Shut up making that annoying sound!”

Oh, hang on, it’s me.

Anyone else?

It’s so embarrassing.

I Had a Bad Day

I had a bad day

I’m usually quite an upbeat kind of person but yesterday I was in quite a bad mood.  The kind of bad mood that usually ended in arguments and could have resulted in a bit of a falling out on Twitter. Thankfully, one of the advantages of being 40+ years old is I can usually see the warning signs, have a moment as my hand hovers over a keyboard and know when my mood has beaten me.

It’s not me…’s just my head.

I spent the weekend with the nastiest cold virus I’ve had in a long while. (Note: I’ve not said flu. Regular readers know how I feel about people claiming that whilst they tap tap tap on their Facebook account).

I was determined not to stay the whole weekend in bed, instead I got hubby to do the ballet run and I paced myself during the day by doing jobs in the house and sitting down again for 20 minutes.

I’d spent Saturday night googling houses in Hampshire in our price range.  It was a bit depressing. I convinced myself that we’d never get what we want for the money we have.  So I woke up still feeling a bit sad about that.

Hubby got up on Sunday morning in an immediate bad mood.  He hasn’t been enjoying the children recently (The Monster is especially taxing, but Pickle is very teary) and he was bracing himself for another day of bad behaviour, tears, arguments and general “raising children” horribleness.  His mood thickened the air.  I sunk lower.

The Monster is refusing to toilet train.  Absolutely refusing.  If he’s not in control, it aint happening.  Pants, pull ups, stickers, chocolates, dinosaurs (an actual WHOLE dinosaur for doing a poo and he won’t do it), Ipad on the toilet, potty in front of the TV, Competitiveness with the rest of the family, coaxing, kindness, talking, shouting, reference to still being a baby….NONE of it worked.

In my mood, I sunk lower still and then moaned on twitter, got a lot of helpful advice that I then got annoyed at (it’s me, not you) and decided to stay off for the rest of the day.


  •  Children
  • Toilet training
  • Cold Virus
  • Hubby mood
  • Big move reservations

They all conspired against me on Sunday.

I’m a big girl though.  I can see how it all panned out and it wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own.

  • I’m assuming the children are just going through a phase.  We’ve upped the use of the step for the The Monster, especially if he’s rude to us.
  • I’m leaving the toilet training now. I’m thinking I shouldn’t mention it. He’ll probably just use the toilet one day without any prompting. It needs to be his decision.
  • The Cold Virus is already on the way out.
  • I have no control over Hubby’s mood.  I have control over how I react to it though.  *Deep breaths”.
  • I need to stop googling the houses in Hampshire. Get our house valued this week.  Take it from there. Stop panicking.

I guess there are some advantages to being 40.  At least I can see that it’s not me…’s my head.

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