When I’m 64!

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now….remember the Beatles song?
Yes, so do I, loved it.
Well now I’m living it, I just turner 64!
I’m surprised to have made it this far. The snow and frost on this January morning match the color of my hair.
Heres to the next ten years!!!!

Poor Old Girl reaches 60

Yes, that would be me! It seems like my 21st Birthday was yesterday. I lived in Blandford Dorset, newly married, life was new and exciting. My husband baked me a coconut cake while I was at work. He prepared it during his morning NAAFI break, put it in a cake tin, then went home and cooked it during his lunch break. Bless him! It was delicious.

My next big Birthday was 40! We lived in Parker Colorado. We’d only lived in the U.S. for two years, life was exciting. My husband took me to a great Italian restaurant called Pasta’s. It was wonderful!

Now here I am, SIXTY! I live in Franktown, Colorado. Love my home! Life is still exciting. My daughter and her husband took us to “The Old Stone Church” in Castle Rock. We drank champagne and had a lovely evening.

Not sure when my next big Birthday is…..maybe it will be when I hit 100!  I can tell you one thing for sure though, life will  still be exciting!birthday

Black Friday at the Old Stone Church

Black Friday here in the US. Everyone is bustling for bargains. I’m not really sure that the so-called bargains really exist, but I’m certainly not going to brave the crowds to find out.

Last year, on Black Friday I wandered through the beautiful streets of Vail, where I bought a couple of things, had a couple of glasses of Champagne, and relaxed. As each year comes to a close I tire of stress. This year has been more stressful that most, construction problems, health problems and just a lot to contend with. My construction is finished for the most part. I’ve got my head around my health issues, so now, I’m going to sit back and relax. Today is my husband’s birthday SIXTY ONE! Can’t believe it. How did we both get so old. When we met, back in the seventies, we thought we’d be young forever. Well, nothing lasts for ever I guess.

the-church-restaurantToday we’re going to celebrate his 61 years on this earth with a nice lunch and a couple of glasses of wine in the ‘Old Stone Church’ restaurant in Castle Rock Colorado, and then maybe do some shopping small town style.


January 17th – My Birthday – A comendy of errors!

You know I’ve never really liked my Birthday, even as a kid. I often wished I could cancel it, or forget about it. My mum did forget about it once. I think it was my seventh birthday. I was about to leave the house for school when I reminded her. “Oh I’m sorry pet” she said as she ran upstairs to get my present (which she hadn’t wrapped). It was a bicycle pump! My mum was raising me on her own so life was a constant struggle. My violent good for nothing dad was no longer part of our lives, for which I was relieved, but it was still tough to watch my school friends enjoy huge parties and receive lots of presents. Presents my mum couldn’t afford, and with no close family, there was no one else to spoil me.

Maybe that’s why I always showered my own daughter with gifts. Different times and circumstances I know, but I wanted to make up for what I never got. My mum did her best, I’m not criticizing her, I loved her, but growing up it was hard to understand.

My Birthday has been fated ever since. People close to me have died on my Birthday, I’ve attended funerals on my Birthday. Operation Desert Storm began on my Birthday (1991). I know, it’s all coincidence, but after many bad childhood memories it weighs heavily on me.

2015, and another Birthday is here. This one is a little different. No war has been declared so far, no one has died, but I am unemployed for the first time in years, which is stressful in itself. I was born in 1957, so add up the numbers, being unemployed at my age is a worry! I’m trying to keep a brave face and enjoy the day, but sometimes life just wears you down.

How am I going to spend the day? I think I’ll take a challenging walk and let the fresh Colorado air clear my head.


Celebrating a wonderful daughter

On September 30th 1984, a child was born, in the British Military Hospital of Iserlohn, Germany. My child! That was almost thirty years ago. Today we are having an early celebratory lunch because she will be spending the thirtieth anniversary of her birth in Germany where her husband is currently working. I can’t think of any place better. She may not be in Iserlohn, and the British Military Hospital may not even exist anymore, but it’s still a wonderful place to celebrate.

Happy Birthday to my beautiful daughter!

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To This!

186 JoCh








It’s great being a mum!

Below is a link to a story I wrote about my time in Germany before my daughter was born. I’ve been told its a fun read, it was certainly fun to write.

Dead of July – A German Ghost Story

Kiss from a Rose




I got roses for my birthday and remembered this song. It always gives me the chills.

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Love – Marriage – Family

DSC00763After a crazy two months I found time to take a day off. It’s my daughter (Princess Joanna’s) birthday, and after endless Mimosa’s we escaped to the park to take some photos. There is a wedding looming on the horizon, so some fun photos for the wedding website are a must.

We had a blast!

It was all a little much for her fiance though.


Little Princess enjoyed it too.

Little Princess enjoyed it too.

Spend more time with your family, it’s the only one you have.


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Escape to the Mountains


I survived a long tiring week. A week with so much going on it was hard to keep up. It was my birthday on Thursday. I reached the ripe old age of 56. Hard to believe as I feel at least twenty years younger. Maybe I got the dates wrong. I had a lovely day, made special by friends and family. Beautiful roses from my daughter.


The week ended with a relaxing day in Keystone. After riding two gondola’s to get to the highest mountain peak, we arrived at the AlpenGlow Stube, where we shared a very special lunch with friends and family. After sipping champagne, I felt my troubles slip away.Alpenglow Stube at Keystone


We all enjoyed a gourmet meal in wonderful surroundings. You can’t beat a glass of Champagne at 12,000 feet.



The views from the top of the mountain are breath-taking and I didn’t want to leave, but all good things have to come to and end.



Next time I visit Keystone, I will take my snowboard and enjoy the beautiful mountain the way it should be enjoyed. I am NOT the fastest snowboarder on the mountain, but I certainly enjoy the ride.



I wish this was me, but it’s not. I am NOT quite that agile.

Monday tomorrow! Not ready for it, but the money has to be earned so I can enjoy my little weekend trips. I intend to visit the mountains a lot more in 2013. We don’t have the Ocean here in Colorado, but I think the mountains are the next best thing.

Keystone Ski Resort |Colorado Ski Vacations | http://www …


Yes it is a song by Kool and the Gang and it went like this.

My one and only child was due to be born on October 3rd 1984, I knew she would come early.

We lived in Germany, just outside of Dortmund, and on September 29th, I knew my baby was impatient to be born.

I went to bed that evening, but didn’t sleep long because the contractions started at around three in the morning. I tried several times to wake up my husband, but he just kept putting his arms around me and saying go back to sleep. GREAT!

Eventually, I got up and had a bath, it felt good. I got dressed, got my things together and went back into the bedroom at around eight o clock to wake up my sleeping husband. When he saw me standing there with my clothes on he got the message and showered at the speed of light. In no time at all we were on our way to BMH Iserlohn, the local Military Hospital. No one believed I had gone into labor because I was so very calm. Something kicks in with me in that type of situation, it’s like I am tranquilized. I just become serene.

It wasn’t a quick birth, in fact I was in labor all day while my husband sat and watched, drinking tea and being served meals by the nurses. I laughed, joked and breathed my way through the pain until it got unbearable. At around 4:30 I decided natural childbirth was not for me and I asked for something to ease the pain. The nurse came in and looked at me. “Too late now, I see the head”

They took me into the delivery room where my lovely baby girl was born at around ten past five in the afternoon.

Here she is 28 years later. I am a proud mother. She is beautiful, ambitious and extremely smart. Joanna, I love you!

Yes, she did get her name from the Kool and the Gang song. It was perfect and it suited her. 28 years later and she is still loved just as much as the day that she was born.