Hygge on a Lukewarm Day

Some days you jump out of bed shouting “Carpe Diem” and others you pull the covers over your head and have a “hygge experience” as explained so succinctly by Suzie of Suzie Speaks. Today was the latter. There is a reason for feeling lukewarm about today, and if you are upset my sad stories then I urge you not to read any further than this.

Today is the day that my son should be celebrating his 27th birthday. But for whatever reason he chose, my son’s soul did not want to hang around on this planet. It entered this earthly plane and left it straight away. I manage to survive because I believe his soul chose me, a strong woman, to have that experience.

So forgive me if I am lukewarm today. Forgive me if I fail to see the funny side, the awe in nature, nor want to entertain or hold an intelligent conversation about mulit-million dollar questions.

Today is a day for embracing the simple things in life. Curling up on a sofa, watching the rain run in rivulets down the windowpane as I feel the tears do the same down my cheek. It is a day to soak in a bath, breathing deep the aromas of clary sage and jasmine. Oils that I know will bring forth more tears. Yesterday I heard about the death of a gentleman who has gone to be with his Maker. He was not my father, but he showed me fatherly love. It warms my heart to think that my son and this man will find each other, and that my son now has a guide in spirit with him. It warms me a little to reminisce group-outside-church

Tomorrow is also likely to be a day where I feel lukewarm. Over the coming days, as the days lengthen and signs of spring can be seen, I will begin to warm up, like the crocus that pops it’s head up out of the soil, the colour will return to my life. But for now, it’s an oxtail stew with dumplings for dinner, a cuddle on the sofa, wrapped up warm and snuggled with a man who understands me. The simple things in life.

Be kind to yourself

Thank you for reading

Blessings Joy

Couch Potato to 10k Week 2

Things have not quite gone to plan this week. All was going well. I’d ordered a new pair of trainers so that I had a pair for the gym and a pair to run outside in, along with leggings and sports bras. My plan: once I managed 5 k on the treadmill I would go and join the rest of the Park Run community in my local park at 9.30 am on Saturday morning. I have set my goal as being in February.

Monday I did as my taining plan suggested, I did 15 gentle run, on the treadmill, bettering my times that I had done on Friday. I was well pleased with myself. Then came Wednesday!

Wednesday the training pcouch-potato-to-10-k-week-2lan said 25 minutes. I have to admit, I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I set out with PBs for 1 k in my mind. But my legs told me other things. They felt heavy, like I had been on my feet all day. It reminded me of my nursing days, when the workload was so heavy, I didn’t get a chance to sit down on the entire shift. Heavy and difficulty picking the leg up to run. I ended up doing the 25 minutes but mainly at a walking pace.

The next day was a rest day. I was very aware that my legs hurt along the bones. Is it the muscle attachments growing stronger? That’s what it felt like. I had to remind myself that these bones are 56 years young, not as young as they used to be, and therefore need gradual increase in use, to allow my body to adapt slowly to the improvement that I seek. I took 5000g of collagen to help these growing attachments.

During a twitter hour, #uklatehour, I tweeted with Susan at Vie-Fit. She had some great advice, and shared her blog post on stretching with me. Check it out They felt no better, and by Friday I decided to cut out the training altogether, rather than doggedly train and risk an injury.

So the weekend I am spending re-evaluating my training plan, and deciding to repeat each week of the plan, so that I do it twice, and see how that goes, starting on Monday. For now I am concentrating on being aware of my age and capabilities.

Blessings Joy

Week 2 of Training

The beginning of my second week of training for a 10 k run, from the Couch.

I have never run before, unless you count for a bus, so this is a challenge for me.

I have spent the weekend itching to get back to the gym and on the treadmill.

Why the treadmill, why not get outside and run?

Well I will when my second pair of running shoes arrives, so that I have an indoor and an outdoor pair.

Oh and I live in Scotland, so sometimes the treadmill is the better option when it’s pishing it down out there.

So the start of the week, it’s a gentle 15 minutes this morning. Off to fuel my body with breakfast now, catch you all later.

Blessngs  Joydoing-today-closer-tomorrow

Reflecting On Our Travels

My recent trip to Fairways Country Club in  Quinto do Lago in the Algarve, Portugal was my most fun trip there to date, which I put down to a couple of facts. Firstly, my daughter came with us, for the first time in 7 years, and secondly my MIL wasn’t actually well enough to get out of the villa much, which meant I could go out and be a tourist. This meant that I had much more say in what we did, whilst we were out there. Instead of going to the same restaurants on the same day of the week, my daughter and I were able to get out and explore the area, like I had never done before.

We went on the pedalos, at the lake, a first.

We went on the Buggy Safari, a first. You can read my review on Trip Advisor by clicking here

We discovered The Shack, a first. My Trip Advisor review is here

We played tennis, a first.

We ate at the new restaurant Bovino’s, a first.

We listened to live music at The Shack on Thursday night, a first.

My husband and I ventured into Faro, after dropping my daughter off at the airport, a first.

I went shopping in the local area either with my daughter, or on my own, a first.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

We also did  some things that we do most visits to the Algarve.

We Barbecued a lot, more than usual, as my MIL wasn’t well enough to go out to eat. Fish, just 2 minutes each side, with barbied veggies and boiled new potatoes. These meals were simplicity in themselves, and so delicious.

Simple food, fish, algarve, quinto do lago

We had a Pimm’s most nights.

We visited the gypsy market at Quateira, for an hour, where I had my first donut there.

We watched Andy Murray playing at the French Open at Roland Garros.

We had freshly squeezed orange juice and loads of fresh fruit for breakfast.

We swam in our pool everyday, we read lots and we chilled lots.

What Now?

Well the case has been unpacked. The bikini and suntan lotion have been left in the case. As we live in Scotland, there won’t be much call for either before our next holiday in warmer climes in January 2017. My DD and I are off to the Caribbean for my Birthday on the 5th, and New York for my DD’s 21st on the 14th. We have been planning this since she was 15, so 6 years in the wait. It is all booked, just needs to be paid for. Luckily whilst I was away the phone kept on ringing and I have even more work this week, to make up for the weeks I was away.

The artisan dishes that I bought to transform our dated hors d’hovres tray are now in situ, with a little creativity to get them to stay in place when the wheel revolves. What do you think?Dishes transformed

Caribbean and New York awaits, but before that, MB and I have a short break in Budapest in October. I hope that my holiday exploits have kept you amused and informed. I have writen several reviews on Trip Advisor, links are in this post.

Blessings Joy

Embarassing Moments

With only 2 days left of our holiday, it is time to reflect on how things have been.

First the good things. This was the first year since 2009 that my daughter came with us. That meant that I had experiences that I would never have had if she had not been here. My hubby and his Mum are traditionalists (read boring) and like to go to the same places every year. So mydaughter and I took the Buggy Tour on Tuesday and discovered The Shack on Thursday. We had a fantastic night there on the Thursday evening, where we had a fun experience with Holly Willoughby. My daughter, who is also Holly, has a friend who is obsessed with Ms Willoughby and buys a calendar of her every year. DD went up to “Ms Willoughby look-alike” and asked if she would allow her to take a selfie, to show her friend back home, only to hear Ms Willoughby say “It’s ME!”

DD did not believe her, and asked for her ID, and the lovely Holly said that her ID was in her married name. The lovely Dan was sitting right opposite her. What a lovely lady she was, rather than tell my daughter to go away and leave her alone, she was on holiday, she happily posed for a selfie with my Holly. (It is my daugher who won’t give me a copy, as she thinks I will use it, in my blog just like this) So here’s a picture of the Group that were playing at The Shack.

The Shack, Quinto do Lago, Algarve, Portugal, Holly Willoughby, Peter Jones, Dragon's Den

The Group @ The Shack, Quinto do Lago, Algarve, Portugal

NEWS FLASH

The Daily Prompt has just announced the word for today, and it is Embarassing so I will now continue on the theme of Holly’s kiss, which she took just minutes after I had taken the photo above. (At this point I had no idea who the the Scandinavian looking woman was, nor that I had captured her in this photo, when I was taking pics of the band, who are very good by the way) Not too long after this, Holly and hubby Dan shared a kiss, which she uploaded onto her facebook page. To date it has had 323k views. Here’s a photo I took when she first showed Dan that clip.

Holly Willoughby The Kiss

I don’t know who will be more embarassed, Holly for having her photo plastered on my blog, or Holly for me telling you about her asking HW for a selfie, thinking she was a look-alike.

Blessings Joy

Daily Prompt word Embarassing https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/embarrassing/

How Connected Are We?

At the moment, in the UK, we are having fierce debates pre Referendum on whether or not we should stay within the European Union (EU) This post is not about the pros and cons about whether we should stay in or get out, there is enough of that, without me adding my 5 pence worth, but what struck me, is our close ties to the Continent, including Scandinavia, with our history of invasions and occupations going back 2000 years and more. Romans, Saxons, Vikings, Danes, you name them, at one time or another we have been a country that other nations and peoples have tried to invade and connect us to their homelands.

I am now on my second piece of reading material, on holiday, and this time it is Edward Rutherford’s “London”, a 1300+ page tome, which is giving me an insight into how our Capital city of London has evolved over the millenia, as 1 by 1 the home forces and the invading ones, left thier mark, notably in the place names of the city itself.

So when I came across this video on Daniel Arendzen’s blog just a few days ago, which coincidentally is called konexxion the 2 seemed inextricably linked. I think I know where my ancestors came from, but chances are I have very little idea, if this clip is anything to go by.

I would love to know who I am connected to, wouldn’t you? Would you dare to take the DNA test and find out?

Blessings Joy

Daily Prompt “Connectedhttps://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/connected/

The Smoothest of Holidays

We like things to go smoothly anytime of our lives don’t we? But holidays we truly prefer to go smoothly, above all else, and there are plenty of things that we want smooth for our holidays too. They are, in no particular order:

A smooth journey, for us that started when the taxi arrived to pick us up and take us to our local airport.

A smooth transition through the airport, all passports to be present and correct, along with all boarding passes.

Smooth take-offs and landings.

Before we even get to leave, smooth legs, armpits, and bikini lines.  Not sure that my MIL is worried about those though.

The smooth cold marble floors that seem to be in every villa we have ever stayed in.

The drinks that go down so smoothly on the hottest of days.

DSC_0183

The smooth and even tan that we hope to obtain whilst we are away.

The smooth departure this morning, as my daughter prepared to leave us, and travel on her own on a plane, for the very first time.

Here’s a couple of not quite so smooth things from our holiday:

Last night we ate at a restaurant that seemed to be plagued with biting insects that came out in their droves as the sun set. Today our skin is not so smooth.

Our smooth flat bellies before we left, now appear to have a bit more roundness to them.

Have I missed anything from the list of smooth things on holiday? What does it conjure up for you?

Blessings Joy

Daily prompt word Smooth https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/smooth/