100 truths blogger tag

I love a tag post – even if it’s one I asked to be included in! (in my defence, Sophie at Wife Mother Life was asking for people who wanted to get involved).

I find these kind of tags quite self-enlightening and thought provoking too. I hope you enjoy reading, and if you want to get involved then please tag me in your post or leave your link in the comments so I can have a look.

With no further ado…!

First things first

1) What’s your name?

Kelly

2) Any nicknames or aliases?

A couple of friends call me Sue (it’s an in-joke). Nothing apart from that.

3) Your gender?

Female

4) Your star sign?

Sagittarius

5) How old are you?

Recently 40.

6) Your relationship status?

Married (10 years in September)

7) Any children?

Hell no!

8) Any pets?

Nope, my lifestyle isn’t conducive to looking after other living things.

9) Any tattoos or piercings?

Piercings: In my ears: lobe, upper lobe, tragus, auricle, helix and conch/orbital. Plus right nipple and belly button.

Tattoos: Lots across my lower back up my left hand side, onto my left shoulder and upper arm and and across the top of my back. They all kind of fit together to make one big piece. And I have a floral beaded cuff tattooed around my wrist.

10) What do you like about yourself?

My height and my legs (from a physical point of view). Personality wise I guess my sense of humour and my empathy.

11) What do you dislike about yourself?

Nose is probably the only thing I’d actively change (it’s wonky) – that doesn’t mean I love myself, just that I can accept all the other things that aren’t perfect because otherwise I’d drive myself crazy! Personality wise, I overthink things, and I’m a terrible procrastinator.

12) Righty or lefty?

Righty

Lasts

13) The last thing you drank:

Water

14) The last thing you ate:

A boiled egg

15) Your last phone call:

My husband after work last night (I missed other calls later as I was in bed by 9pm!)

16) Your last text message:

To my husband about some washing!

17) Your last email:

To my husband (there’s a theme here…I do have other people in my life)

18) The last song you listened to:

No idea, something on the radio on my way to work?

19) The last book you read:

I’m reading “Building a Story Brand” by Donald Miller for work, but for enjoyment it was Marching Powder by Rusty Young.

20) The last time you cried:

On Friday, about a homeless person in the snow.

21) The last blog you read:

Vintage Vixen – she’s this amazing lady who dresses solely in bright and funky vintage clothes. She’s not long got back from India and is sharing travel pics.

22) The last person you spoke to:

Work colleague

23) The last place you visited:

The toilet?!

24) Your last holiday abroad:

Rome, for my 40th.

Have you ever?

25) Have you ever gotten back with an ex?

No.

26) Have you ever been cheated on?

Yes.

27) Have you ever cheated on someone?

Yes.

28) Have you ever lost someone special to you?

Yes. My Dad’s death was the hardest thing I’ve ever faced.

29) Have you ever been so drunk you threw up?

Of course! Not these days though; I don’t even get hangovers, really (that’s due to luck, not alcohol abstinence)

30) Have you ever fallen out of love with someone?

Yes.

31) Have you ever met someone who changed you?

I don’t think so. Probably, but in a subtle way rather than a big change that I can think of.

32) Have you ever been in a situation where you found out who your real friends are?

Yes. When my Dad was ill and dying.

33) Have you ever kissed someone you probably shouldn’t have?

Totally. I kissed a lot of boys when I was younger.

34) Have you ever found out people were talking about you behind your back?

Not actively, but I don’t doubt it’s happened!

35) Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

I don’t know? I don’t think so.

36) Have you ever kissed a stranger?

Yes! See number 33!

37) Have you ever had your own heart broken?

I thought I’d been heartbroken at the end of previous relationships, but in retrospect it was no more than (sometimes very) severe hurt. Again my Dad’s death was the worse pain I’ve ever felt, which counts more than breaking up with exes (or being broken up with)

38) Have you ever had sex on the first date?

No. But I don’t judge people that do. If it feels right then go for it.

39) Have you ever been arrested?

No. I’ve been in a police car once following a drunken row outside a nightclub with a boyfriend – they wanted to drive me home and I begged them not to because my parents would have killed me!

40) Have you ever been attracted to someone that isn’t the gender you usually find attractive?

Yes. It’s more about appreciating attractiveness and personality than something sexual though; like a case of wanting to be them (rather than be with them)

41) Have you ever done something you regret?

Of course. Said things, done things, not said things and not done things. It’s part of life.

42) Have you ever had a threesome?

No.

43) Have you ever embarrassed yourself in public?

Welcome to my mid 20s!

44) Have you ever misjudged someone?

Regularly, when I was younger. And I’ve also been misjudged in return.

Beliefs and opinions

45) Do you believe in God?

No. If God exists then he’s one cruel motherfucker.

46) Do you believe in yourself?

Not really. Not in a pathetically weak way, just in that I don’t think “I’m capable of doing anything I want to”, you know? I guess I know my own limitations.

47) Do you believe in Santa Claus?

Yes, otherwise I won’t get any Christmas presents.

48) Do you believe in ghosts?

I believe in something. Spirits, maybe. A presence.

49) Do you believe in aliens?

Yes. There’s a lot of truths that are kept from the general public.

50) Do you believe in miracles?

No, but I do believe in powerful coincidences.

51) Do you believe in the power of positive thinking?

I’m not sure. I mean, if you think you’re going to fail, then you’ll fail, but I’m not sure the opposite really applies. I guess it helps though?

52) Do you believe in love at first sight?

No. I believe in lust at first sight, but love is made up of so much more than appearances, how can you possibly love someone so immediately?

53) Can money make you happy?

Not on it’s own but it sure can take the pressures of life off, and that contributes to happiness.

54) Would you describe yourself as a feminist?

No. I believe in equality, but I think feminism has gone too far the other way – the term “feminist” is too associated with man haters, and that’s not my bag at all.

55) Are you pro-life or pro-choice?

Pro-choice. 110%. Don’t butt in to a woman’s individual circumstances.

56) Do you have strong political beliefs?

Yes, I believe that politics causes trouble and that there are no legit politicians. Everyone has their own agenda rather than wanting the best for the people. And I believe that Trump and politics should not be connected in anyway.

57) Do you have strong religious beliefs?

Yes, I strongly believe that religion causes trouble. Most of the background and history of religion is way too bonkers to be taken seriously. Having said that, if it brings comfort to a person then good for them.

58) What do you think the most important thing you can give a child is?

Love, time and attention. And Calpol (spoken as a true non maternal being!)

Right Now

59) Are you eating anything right now?

No.

60) Are you drinking anything right now?

No.

61) What are you listening to right now?

Work colleagues typing..

62) What are you thinking about right now?

My lunch (food is never far from my mind!)

63) What are you waiting for right now?

My lunchbreak (I can have it whenever, but I’m prioritising these questions, lucky readers!)

64) What are you most excited about right now?

A long weekend away this weekend.

65) What’s your pet hate right now?

Winter. Just go away already. Oh, and my hair. I’m in fringe limbo – should it stay or should it go?

66) What’s your favourite thing right now?

Sleep. Early nights. I can’t get enough! (I’m so old)

67) If you weren’t answering these questions, what would you be doing right now?

Eating my lunch!

Firsts

68) Your first best friend?

Suzanne Churchill

69) Your first kiss?

Leigh Turner

70) Your first celebrity crush?

George Michael

71) Your first holiday?

Ibiza when I was 6 with my grandparents (my Mom and Dad couldn’t afford for all of us to go, so they paid for me instead).

72) Your first pet?

A goldfish

73) Your first regret?

Asking for the Barbie dollhouse instead of the Barbie caravan (my parents thought the same and changed it for me)

74) Your first job?

Saturday girl in a clothes shop

75) Your first childhood memory?

Sitting on the edge of the bath in the flat we lived in until I was 3, with my Dad wiping spilt milk off my face with a facecloth)

Which would you choose?

76) Love or money?

Love

77) Twitter or Facebook?

Facebook

78) Hook up or relationship?

Relationship. The idea of going back to dating now makes me shudder.

79) Dogs or cats?

Kittens and certain little dogs (like my Mom’s scruffy rescue terrier)

80) Coffee or tea?

Tea, although I do enjoy a morning espresso

81) Beer or wine?

Wine. Make it a large please.

82) Sweet or savoury?

Savoury. Crisps over cake every time.

83) Introvert or extrovert?

Extrovert. Mouthy and opinionated.

84) Vampires or werewolves?

Vampires.

85) Seaside or countryside?

Seaside.

86) Summer or winter?

Summer, no question (fuck off winter)

87) Books or movies?

Books. I’m not a big film fan, I have too short an attention span.

88) Horror or comedy?

Comedy. I hate horror films.

A few random questions to finish on

89) Do you wish you could change your past?

No. I think your past brings you to your present, and if you’re happy with where you are then you shouldn’t change things.

90) What’s your dream job?

Something travel related.

91) What’s your guilty pleasure?

Crappy games on my phone!

92) What are you afraid of?

Being alone. Not for a couple of hours, but longer term. Loss.

93) What was the first thing you wanted to be when you grew up?

A lawyer (I was an academic child!)

94) If you could have any super power, what would it be?

Eat as much as I wanted and never gain weight.

95) If you could change anything about your life what would it be?

I’d like to have more get up and go in everyday life. Be more dynamic.

96) Would you want immortality?

No. Imagine watching everyone around you die and being left alone?

97) If you could interview anyone alive or dead who would you choose?

I’d love a chat with my Nan. She died when I was 12. I would have loved to have an adult relationship with her. Famous people don’t bother me that much.

98) Would you say you are happy?

Yes.

99) What one piece of advice would you give to yourself at age eighteen?

Don’t put all your eggs in one boy basket!

100) Where would you like to be in five years’ time?

Happy. That’s all I ever crave to be.

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Want to get involved? Copy and paste these questions onto your own blog post! Then answer as truthfully as you can.

1) What’s your name?

2) Any nicknames or aliases?

3) Your gender?

4) Your star sign?

5) How old are you?

6) Your relationship status?

7) Any children?

8) Any pets?

9) Any tattoos or piercings?

10) What do you like about yourself?

11) What do you dislike about yourself?

12) Righty or lefty?

13) The last thing you drank:

14) The last thing you ate:

15) Your last phone call:

16) Your last text message:

17) Your last email:

18) The last song you listened to:

19) The last book you read:

20) The last time you cried:

21) The last blog you read:

22) The last person you spoke to:

23) The last place you visited:

24) Your last holiday abroad:

25) Have you ever gotten back with an ex?

26) Have you ever been cheated on?

27) Have you ever cheated on someone?

28) Have you ever lost someone special to you?

29) Have you ever been so drunk you threw up?

30) Have you ever fallen out of love with someone?

31) Have you ever met someone who changed you?

32) Have you ever been in a situation where you found out who your real friends are?

33) Have you ever kissed someone you probably shouldn’t have?

34) Have you ever found out people were talking about you behind your back?

35) Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

36) Have you ever kissed a stranger?

37) Have you ever had your own heart broken?

38) Have you ever had sex on the first date?

39) Have you ever been arrested?

40) Have you ever been attracted to someone that isn’t the gender you usually find attractive?

41) Have you ever done something you regret?

42) Have you ever had a threesome?

43) Have you ever embarrassed yourself in public?

44) Have you ever misjudged someone?

45) Do you believe in God?

46) Do you believe in yourself?

47) Do you believe in Santa Claus?

48) Do you believe in ghosts?

49) Do you believe in aliens?

50) Do you believe in miracles?

51) Do you believe in the power of positive thinking?

52) Do you believe in love at first sight?

53) Can money make you happy?

54) Would you describe yourself as a feminist?

55) Are you pro-life or pro-choice?

56) Do you have strong political beliefs?

57) Do you have strong religious beliefs?

58) What do you think the most important thing you can give a child is?

59) Are you eating anything right now?

60) Are you drinking anything right now?

61) What are you listening to right now?

62) What are you thinking about right now?

63) What are you waiting for right now?

64) What are you most excited about right now?

65) What’s your pet hate right now?

66) What’s your favourite thing right now?

67) If you weren’t answering these questions, what would you be doing right now?

68) Your first best friend?

69) Your first kiss?

70) Your first celebrity crush?

71) Your first holiday?

72) Your first pet?

73) Your first regret?

74) Your first job?

75) Your first childhood memory?

76) Love or money?

77) Twitter or Facebook?

78) Hook up or relationship?

79) Dogs or cats?

80) Coffee or tea?

81) Beer or wine?

82) Sweet or savoury?

83) Introvert or extrovert?

84) Vampires or werewolves?

85) Seaside or countryside?

86) Summer or winter?

87) Books or movies?

88) Horror or comedy?

89) Do you wish you could change your past?

90) What’s your dream job?

91) What’s your guilty pleasure?

92) What are you afraid of?

93) What was the first thing you wanted to be when you grew up?

94) If you could have any super power, what would it be?

95) If you could change anything about your life what would it be?

96) Would you want immortality?

97) If you could interview anyone alive or dead who would you choose?

98) Would you say you are happy?

99) What one piece of advice would you give to yourself at age eighteen?

100) Where would you like to be in five years’ time?

Thanks, as always, for reading!

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Friday Feeling [28] – gone but not forgotten

It’s easy to assume that little people get over loss sooner than grown ups, because their minds are still developing and constantly being filled with new information.

Not so for this little girl, who’s been using her Dad’s old mobile phone to send text messages to her Grandad “in heaven” – even though he died 5 years ago.

Text messages to Grandad

Adorable!

You can read the full story , including the Twitter reactions, here.

Thanks, as always, for reading. x

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Who am I, really?

This isn’t a confession post, where I tell you that Ive been blogging under an alias or anything! But it may strike a chord with anyone who’s been on any hormone based contraception or anti depressants for any length of time.

I’ve been thinking recently, for a while actually, that I’ve been on “potentially mood altering” prescribed drugs for so long that I don’t know who I am without them, if that makes sense?

Let me explain.

I first started taking the pill – Microgynon – when I was 17. Far from an adult (certainly in mind), not experienced in the world and not really properly mature. I was living at home with my parents, still at school studying A levels, working a Saturday job in a clothes shop. Life was pretty easy.

I was lucky with my pill, it suited me from the off. No spotting or breakthrough bleeding, no bad skin or mood swings, or any noticeable change in me. Or so I thought. But what if the hormones changed the future me? What if they blocked something in me that would have become apparent as I matured, started working, became financially independent? What if the change was subtle enough for me not to notice it, but it did make a difference somehow?

I had to change my pill a while back, because of my age (urgh), so I’m now on the mini pill which I take daily, instead of having a 7 day break (you can read what I found out about hormone based contraception as you get older here). Again there was no discernible difference. But lately I feel tired and not interested in going out. What if I’m blaming that on winter, and getting older, but really it’s the effect of the pill and I just haven’t put two and two together?

Similarly, with my anti-depressants (read my depression story here). I have come off them a couple of times, without my doctor’s supervision (don’t do that, by the way), and at those times I’ve returned to Mrs Angry-with-Everything-and-Everyone but that makes me wonder then, is that the real me? Are the anti-depressants just masking my true aggressive nature? Or did the depression make me that way and the anti Ds just put me back to my normal level headed self?

What if my pill was the trigger for my depression? What if, had I never taken the pill, I’d never have had depression and almost 20 years of being on and off medication for it?

The point is, I’ve been putting hormones and SSRIs into my body for such a long time, and from such a young age, that I don’t know who the real me is. Stripped down, no medication or contraception, me. What would I be like? Would my personality change? Would I hate myself? Would other people hate me?

And in that respect, my thoughts start to run away with me, and at times I wonder if I’m living a lie. Which is crazy!

It’s too late for me to ever find out, obviously. But I know that there are thousands, probably millions of people out there, like me, who’ve followed their doctors advice for many years and now blindly, repetitively, habitually take what they’ve been prescribed “just because”. I’m not saying that doctors have acted irresponsibly. Just that it’s something worth thinking about.

I’m too scared to take myself off my anti-depressants to find out what would happen, but at some point as I get older I won’t need the pill anymore, and it will definitely be something I take note of, to see if there are any changes in reverse that I was too young and naive to notice at 17.

I’d love your thoughts on this! Am I overthinking things? Have you seen big changes from long term medication? Leave me your comments.

Thanks, as always, for reading. x

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Friday Feeling [27] – you’re never (tat)too old

Considering that one of the straplines of this blog is tattoos (that’s what the “tatt” in my blog name means) I haven’t really posted much about them recently.

But I love this story of a pop up tattoo parlour, specifically aimed at over 70s, who are giving older people that real tattoo experience, without the lifelong commitment. Apparently, getting a tattoo is number 7 on the bucket lists of people over 70 so older ladies and gents queued up for the (albeit temporary) tattoo in London at an event launched by rapper Professor Green and his Nan.

Over 70s tattoos

Not so sweet is that it’s all a big marketing ploy by Coca-Cola to promote their Zero Sugar drink, but it’s still pretty cool to see Nans and Grandads pushing their boundaries!

Have a read!

Thanks, as always, for reading. x

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Day 2 in Rome – Vatican Museums and St Peters Basilica

Long ago, before Rome was even on my radar, I read a blog post which mentioned the Scavi tour, which is the underground necropolis at St Peters Basilica. It isn’t open to the general public – you have to send an email to the Vatican to ask about availability and, if there’s a space (only 250 people are allowed through each day, with a maximum of 12 per tour, compared to the 30,000 per day that visit the Vatican Museums), they will book it for you and send an invoice which you pay online. I kept this piece of knowledge in the travel portion of my brain (which is a lot bigger than, say, the common sense portion) to be used at a future date.

Fast forward then to September 2017, when plans for our trip were taking place, and I unearthed this memory and sent an email directly to the Vatican (I like to think the Pope himself opened and read it) who confirmed our booking in writing, with a request for payment of just 13 euros each. Although neither myself or the husband are of any religious persuasion, we do enjoy religious architecture and history and not missing out on ANYTHING (OK, the latter is just me) so this was a no brainer. We were booked for 1.30pm so it made sense to visit the Vatican Museums and Sistine Chapel in the morning. Checking on the website I found that you can also book and pay for timed museum tickets in advance, which made sense as we knew our itinerary and I guessed that the queues may be quite long (more on that later).

It was another beautiful morning with bright blue sky so we set off on foot across the Ponte Umberto bridge to the other side of the River Tiber. St Peters Basilica is visible from quite a way away, its dome dominating the skyline as you walk down the long wide road towards it.

Approach to St Peters Basilica

We were approached a few times by people asking for money; old and disabled brandishing a paper cup towards us, which I found especially disturbing considering the location – isn’t the Church supposed to look after everyone? I was even more disturbed after our museum visit, because the amount of wealth is catch your breath obscene. Perhaps the Vatican City could rely less on harbouring so many priceless historical artefacts and more on looking after it’s own. But that’s a whole other post!

All around the area are ticket touts trying to sell tours, but also lots of tourist information people who are there to offer advice and directions, which was very helpful because, as expected, it’s incredibly busy with hundreds and thousands of people. As we rounded the corner to the street leading up to the museum entrance, our decision to prebook tickets really came into it’s own – the queue was 4 people wide and a good 300 metres long. We approached a tourist information person and showed him our booking, and he advised us to go right to the front, result!

Security is akin to going through an airport; you have to put your belongings in trays that go through an X Ray machine and then walk through a full body scanner (we felt safe everywhere in Rome; all the main attractions had armed police nearby, and the size of their guns would be a deterrent to anyone).

I’ll be honest here, I didn’t really know much about the Vatican Museums. OK, anything. I’m aware of the Sistine Chapel but hadn’t anticipated everything else that made up the attraction, and it was mind blowing, and somewhat overwhelming. We’re talking gallery upon gallery of priceless paintings, tapestries, sculptures, historical artefacts – even the ceilings are complete works of art. The amount of gold leaf was akin to nothing I’ve ever seen and we marveled at how so much of what was on display was completely priceless – how do you insure an Egyptian mummy?!

The sheer volume of stuff, for me, meant that I became a little bit complacent about what I was looking at. In a long narrow gallery full of sculpted busts and statues it became a little bit “oh look, there’s another centuries old piece!” which is bad but understandable, because its impossible to take it all in, and you find yourself drawn to the bigger pieces which means you could be missing out on something amazing next to it because it’s a bit smaller in size.

By selling off even 5% of the collection, the museum would still be an absolutely amazing place to visit but maybe, just maybe, the poor and needy begging outside would have homes to live in and food to eat.

Another thing I was surprised by – it’s a bloody long way to the Sistine Chapel! I’m talking thousands of steps on your FitBit! You keep following the signs, thinking it will be in the next room, or the next room, but instead there’s another gallery of statues, or more irreplaceable artwork and while it’s amazing, I started to think, just get me to the Chapel already! And then, when I got there, another honest admission, I was totally underwhelmed. Like severely “is that it?” Which is probably very heathen like of me and, if I believed in him, I’m sure God would strike me down but I’m not going to pretend I thought it was amazing when I didn’t. I expected it to be a wow moment, which I’m sure for religious people it is, and maybe it was because we’d already seen so much amazing stuff, but in contrast to the bright colours and intricate artwork of the galleries we’d already walked through it was a bit meh (there’s God, trying to strike me down again). For a start off it’s very dull and poorly lit (presumably to protect the paintings) and the ceiling – arguably the main attraction – isn’t at all what I expected it to be; I thought it comprised mainly of the Creation of Adam but actually it’s lots of different paintings in a collage. I know Michaelangelo and this ceiling are highly revered, but it didn’t tick any boxes for me.

I was much more impressed with everything that came before and afterwards.

Every ceiling was incredible!

The walls of this hall were lined with tapestries depicting the Italian coastline and dated back to the 16h century. Look at the ceiling as well!

Tapestry Hall Vatican Museums

I would recommend the museum to everyone visiting Rome because it really is quite something; even if you’re an atheist, critical, non arty heathen like me!

After a quick lunch it was time to join the aforementioned Scavi tour; again we were thankful of the tourist information guides as the location wasn’t immediately obvious. More security ensued and we joined our group of 12 people in a courtyard behind St Peters Basilica ready to embark on a part of the Vatican City that not many people get to see.

Our guide was incredibly enthusiastic and knowledgeable, talking us through the history of how the excavated space came to be. The Vatican commissioned excavations to be carried out there before Pope Pius IX was set to be buried in the space, in the 1940s, expecting to find very little, but archaeologists found a burial ground (aka a necropolis) dating all the way back to the 4th century; the temple of Emperor Constantine who had ruled at that time, and a funerary monument with a casket engraved with wording that translated as Peter is here (Peter is believed to have been crucified upside down in Rome during first century AD and his remains were interred in a tomb on the Vatican Hill. Bone fragments proven to belong to St Peter have been found and are now kept in a shrine deep underground which you get to see on the tour. He’s important because he’s said to be one of the twelve apostles of Jesus, and so to religious folk he’s quite a big deal – hence having a whole basilica built in his name).

The necropolis is basically a city of the dead, and was the part of the city where people built mausoleums for their bodies to be interred after death. You can still see the layout of the Roman streets and the decor on the walls of some of the mausoleums (it reminded me, in a way, of parts of Herculaneum which we visited a couple of years ago). It’s crazy to think how old it all is, and that you’re actually walking on centuries old ground. The reason it was built over is because there was a huge fire which destroyed parts of Rome, but because it didn’t cross the River Tiber, this area of the city wasn’t damaged. Emperor Constantine gave the order to build on top of the Necropolis, and it wasn’t disturbed for thousands of years.

It’s very warm in the necropolis (you’re quite a way below ground level) and a lot of the areas are quite small and cramped. The tour takes around an hour and I would wholeheartedly recommend it, even if you’re not a religious person. Strict rules apply – no large bags (they have to checked in at the entrance and collected later), shoulders, arms and legs covered (this is a very religious space, whatever your own beliefs or non beliefs) – this wasn’t a problem for us as we visited in Winter, but one to consider for summer; and no photographs. The pictures below are taken from official sources because, although I wanted my own photos, I also didn’t want to get chucked out for breaking the rules!

Scavi tour underneath St Peters Basilica

You exit the tour in the crypt where lots of previous popes are buried; many of them have their own altars, some were restricted public access and there’s a lot of marble. When you exit the crypt you can enter the Basilica without the need to queue, which was fantastic because by that time of day the queues were thousands of people deep. For that reason alone it’s worth booking the Scavi tour – queue jumping and a behind the scenes look at parts of the Vatican City very few people have ever seen.

Inside the basilica is less impressive than expected, if I’m honest, it’s certainly not up there with the most beautiful places of worship I’ve ever seen (or maybe I was still reeling from the amount of artwork in the Vatican Museums!)

I was much more impressed by the outside, which really is stunning, especially against the clear blue sky. The columns are immense!

The Swiss Guards, who are solely responsible for protecting the Pope and must be of Swiss birth, Roman Catholic and between 19 and 30 years of age, were the only burst of colour against the stone of the building, and very snazzy they looked too!

Swiss Guard at St Peters Basilica

Would I recommend visiting the Vatican Museums and St Peters Basilica? Absolutely. But more than the visit, I would wholeheartedly recommend prebooking tickets for the museum and Scavi tour, even more so in high season, to avoid the lengthy queues.

Did you see day 1 of my trip to Rome?

Thanks, as always, for reading. x

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Single and moaning about Valentine’s Day?

I was thinking about this yesterday morning, and then in the afternoon someone shared this on Facebook:

Valentine's Day

And it’s so true! I don’t complain about Mothers Day because I don’t have children (purely through choice!) And I try really hard not to be cynical on Fathers Day too; I’m just happy for other people who’s Dads are still around and I encourage them to make the most of their time together.

If you haven’t got a Valentine, be your own. Spend some quality time, watch your favourite TV show, cook a treat meal or get a takeaway, maybe have a glass of wine. These are all the things the husband and I will be doing for Valentine’s Day anyway, and we’ve been together for almost 13 years! Everyone knows that Valentine’s Day is a crock of commercial shit, unless you’re in a new relationship and hoping your partner will express their love publicly so all your friends know it’s serious, so letting it define your mood and behaviour is a bit daft.

Besides, bitterness is really unattractive, so if you’re hoping to snag yourself an “other half”, moaning about people who have already found theirs is quite off putting.

I think Valentine’s Day should be for everybody. Love isn’t just for couples. It’s for family, friends, your favourite work colleague or even your dog! So, even if you’re single right now, why not show someone close to you that you love them with a card, some flowers or chocolates? I guarantee they’ll appreciate it, and you’ll feel warm and squishy inside too.

Thanks, as always, for reading. x

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“Lady doritos?” Twit of the Day!

It’s been ages since I’ve done a Twit of the Day post – not because there aren’t any twits about; mainly because very little shocks me at the moment in terms of the amount of stupidity in the world.

But I couldn’t let this story pass without comment. The CEO of the manufacturers of Doritos – PepsiCo –  has publicly announced that they’re looking into creating “less crunchy” crisps for women, that “fit more easily into a handbag”. Apparently women don’t like to crunch too loudly in public, or get their fingers covered in flavouring and have to lick it off, or tip the almost empty bag up to filter all the last bits of tastiness out of the corners (the best bit, IMO).

I have two questions here.
1) Who are the idiot women who responded to this survey? (presuming this is based on actual research and not some hair brained idea from someone within the company)
2) How patronising are the Doritos people?

I know there are certain unspoken rules around food consumption, like don’t order spaghetti bolognese on a first date (although I say stuff that, if you want it have it – food before dudes every time! Then again it’s easy for me, as a smug married, to surmise how I would behave, when in fact the world of modern dating and it’s throw away culture scares the bejesus out of me).

But really, crisps for women?

At a time when female equality is probably receiving the most media exposure of recent years?

At a time when the UK has just marked 100 years of women being allowed to vote?

What’s worse, PepsiCo’s CEO is a woman…

I do hope they’ll be in a pink packet.

Indra Nooyi, you’re my Twit of the Day!

What are your thoughts? Are you a loud and proud eater? Or would you welcome more discreet snack options? Let me know!

Thanks, as always, for reading. x

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Prostate cancer is now the third deadliest cancer in the UK

Last week it was announced that more people in the UK are now dying from prostate cancer than breast cancer.

I find that quite shocking. Not purely because of the numbers, but because there is so little media coverage, advertising and awareness around men’s cancers in comparison to women’s.

Why is that? Perhaps women are more open about health issues, and more likely to discuss them openly (although recent figures around the decline in cervical smear tests may suggest otherwise – read my post about the importance of smear tests here).

Perhaps its because prostate cancer is seen as an old man’s illness, and not something for younger guys to worry about?

Indeed, the latest figures have been explained as resulting from an aging population where men are living longer than previous generations, and so the chances of them developing and dying from prostate cancer are higher than before. Previously, deaths resulting from prostate cancer have been more difficult to quantify, because an older man with prostate cancer may die of other causes (e.g heart attack, old age) before prostate cancer can be attributed as the cause of death.

Well, let me tell you, prostate cancer is not just an old man’s disease. And it doesn’t always have symptoms. My Dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer aged 57, during a routine examination for another ailment, with no prior symptoms at all. By the time he was diagnosed it was already stage 4 and inoperable – all the NHS could do was offer life lengthening treatment. He died aged 59.

Today would have been his 7th wedding anniversary to his beautiful wife. They should have had many more anniversaries together, not just the 5 they had. They should have had many more years together; years of travelling, and eating, and enjoying life.

It’s time to stop only raising awareness of the “most popular” cancers, and time to stop an awareness bias mainly to women’s cancers. I’m not talking about funding and I’m not suggesting that women’s cancers don’t need to be highlighted. What I’m saying is that men, and the women in their lives, need to start being more open, talking about prostate cancer and proactively getting checked. Men over 50 are at risk, but aren’t offered a routine test by their doctor. It’s time to take control, ask for the test, and deal with the consequences.

Advanced prostate cancer can be treated with hormones to lower the development of testosterone which contributes to the cancer’s growth. Let me put that another way – its chemical castration. No man wants to hear those words.

Thanks as always for reading. x

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Friday feeling [26] – you’re never too old for a flatmate

Meet Alexandra and Florence – the housemates with a 68 year age difference.

95 year old Florence admits to being lonely after her husband passed away and so, when she saw a homesharing initiative in a local newspaper, aiming to tackle loneliness by matching older people looking for companionship with a younger person in need of somewhere to live, she decided to investigate.

What’s in it for the housemates?

It’s a simple transaction based on needs, really. The older person gets to have some company, someone to talk to and some help around the house, while the younger person gets a reduced rate of rent,in return; often meaning they can afford to live in an area or home that would otherwise be out of reach to them; like Alexandra who is originally from Newcastle but needs to study in London.

Florence has had a number of different flatmates over the course of the pat 10 years, and she and Alexandra class themselves as friends.

Listen to them talk about how the arrangement works, in the video below.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/embed/p05rps8z/42428782

Not only is this a great practical idea, it also bridges barriers between old and young, and can lead to some unexpected friendships and helps to keep the past alive.

Thanks, as always, for reading. x

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A trip to Rome (aka the holiday that almost never was)

If you follow me on Instagram you may have noticed that I went to Rome for a few days before Christmas, to celebrate my 40th birthday.

You may also have noticed that we almost never made it out of Luton airport.

In case you don’t follow me on insta (you should, by the way, shameless plug of link to my account here) or if their silly algorithm means you don’t see my posts, here’s what happened.

Our flight from Luton was at 6.40am on the Monday morning, so we travelled down the day before and stayed in a hotel near the airport. Early start (3am alarm, eek) was fairly uneventful and we checked in and went to buy some currency (because dimwit here had forgotten to collect the euros I’d pre-ordered from the Post Office, d’oh!) I bought some bits from Boots (2 more travel plugs to ad to our growing – but missing – collection) and had a tasty breakfast with a cocktail to start an exciting and momentous trip. All was well, so with 20 minutes until the departure gate opened we had a browse in WH Smith to buy some magazines for the flight.

When we came to pay, we of course needed one of our boarding passes, which of course wasn’t a problem because they were safely in an envelope in my handbag alongside the passports. Except they weren’t. No boarding cards, no envelope and no passports. Cue frantic retracing of steps to the restaurant and boots (to no avail), heart in mouth and panic sweats. The husband, it must be pointed out, was taking things remarkably well (for him) and stayed fairly level headed and non-angry, despite the fact that the look in his eyes said otherwise. We raced back to security in the hope that someone had handed them in (as I reasonably pointed out, if you found some travel documents in an airport you’d have to be a total shit to throw them away) and THANK GOD a smiling security lady located them under a desk and gave them back to a calm-on-the-outside-frantic-on-the-inside me! I hadn’t even left them in the security tray after scanning though, no, they hadn’t even got that far. When I was putting my liquids in a bag, before the security check, I’d left the envelope on a shelf. An envelope which, with being shoved in and out of my bag on the journey so far, could easily have been mistaken for some tatty old rubbish,

Total muppet – it was almost a birthday to remember for all the wrong reasons…

Needless to say I wasn’t allowed to keep the passports for the rest of the trip, even though I’m usually Chief Security Officer; they remained securely in the husband’s inside pocket of his coat, and I was the butt of multiple jokes as a result!

I’m glad to report that the rest of the trip went by without incident. We arrived at Rome Fiumicino airport at around 10.30am, collected our luggage and headed out into the arrivals lounge where we were met by our pre-booked driver (I always try and do this, where possible, it saves lots of hassle and is usually cheaper than getting a cab at the airport, plus you get to feel a little bit like a famous person for a nanosecond!). The transfer to the city centre and our hotel took around 30 minutes, and the closer we got to the centre, the more evidence of Roman architecture started to appear; like random columns in the middle of modern buildings. That’s one of the things that surprised me about Rome, many of the tourist attractions are just in the middle of the working city, not on a dedicated site with a big wide open space around them. We stumbled on both the Pantheon and the Trevi fountain in this way; we turned a corner and there they were, in the middle of a piazza. It’s quite strange!

We arrived at our hotel – Antica Dimora dell Cinque Lune (I’ll review that in another post) – at around 11.30, which was too early to check in, but the receptionist was incredibly helpful and stored our luggage so we were free to set off and explore. We spent a few minutes getting our bearings, but knowing we were just steps from the River Tiber and the Palace of Justice meant we already knew where to head to if we were to get lost!

Spotting a number of hop on hop off bus tours on the main road alongside the river, we set off to find a bus stop, and by midday we were upstairs on a double decker, earphones firmly in place to listen to the commentary, and heading off on a 90 minute round trip of the city. We find that this kind of bus tour is a great way to see the highlights, get a feel for a city and an overview of what’s where, and then delve into the deeper sightseeing after that. On this occasion we used the Big Bus company, and paid 35 euros each for a 48 hour ticket, but other companies run within the city too (although your ticket is only valid for the bus company you buy it from).

As suspected, the bus tour was a great place to start. We went across the river, marvelling at the architecture of the city, winding through Via del Corso, the main shopping street, saw centuries old churches and buildings, detailed sculptures, statues and fountains, felt blown away by the magnificent sight of the colosseum at the bottom of a busy thoroughfare and imagined the site of the chariot racing on Circus Maximus.

Then we got off the bus where we’d started and stopped for lunch in a little bistro on the side of the road who did a lunch menu of bruschetta, choice of pizza or pasta and a glass of wine or beer for just 12 euros – not at all what we’d expected from reports of Rome being expensive. We sat outside on the terrace under a patio heater and it was just fabulous!

After checking into the hotel we headed out once more; this time over the river on foot and past Castel Sant’Angelo, with St Peters Basilica in our eye line. As our Vatican and St Peters visit was planned for the next day, we crossed across the River Tiber, meandered through tiny cobbled side streets, just soaking up how fabulous Rome is, declaring that we already loved the place and beaming with happiness.

 

Our hotel was just round the corner from Piazza Navona, which we’d read would have a Christmas market. It was all running remarkably late, setting up but not at all Christmassy, but the Fountain of Neptune and Fountain of the Four Rivers in front of the Santa Agnese in Agona church were beautiful to look at.

We found a beautiful bistro, covered in fairy lights with a rather gorgeous menu and decided we would head back there later that evening to eat, which we did – the most delicious medium rare steak wrapped in bacon with shaved truffles, accompanied by a bottle of chianti. Heading back to our hotel through Piazza Navona and past the Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi it’s fair to say we were giddy with happiness and giddy with Rome.

Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi and Santa Agnese in Agone church at night

Coming soon – day 2 at the Vatican Museums and St Peters Basilica.

Have you ever been to Rome? Let me know in the comments!

Thanks, as always, for reading, x

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