Jubilee

 


1977. I was 8 years old. It was the Queen's Silver Jubilee. I remember waving to her when she visited the area. We had a street party and I wore a homemade crown. 1977 was also the year that I wrote my first diary and we got our family dog, a black Labrador called Gypsy. The start of my love for labradors.

I'm very proud that our Queen has reached her platinum jubilee and it would be amazing if I was as fit as her at 96 years old! I'm showing my support with the bunting. I love a union flag bunting, makes me feel all patriotic. But it is a pretty flag though, don't you agree? 

At the restaurant yesterday my colleague laughed and told me that I was always trying to help but.... But what I asked?, even though I knew where she was heading. Messy! She didn't mean to be mean, and I wasn't upset at what she said but I was a bit disappointed that it was true. I have developed into such a klutz. Now Mark will tell you I've always been messy/clumsy/ditsy since he's known me but I don't think it's true. I'm sure that in the not so distant past (ok, maybe 5-6 years) I was fairly intelligent/articulate/sensible. Ha ha ok, I'm joking about the sensible. I'm almost certain I've never been sensible but you know what I mean. Anyway let's not sweat it. I am what I am. 

Which brings me on to my self improvement journey this week. I need to admit that nothing new has happened this week. I've been concentrating on eating healthily (I guess this is kind of the same thing) and working every day - nine shifts in a row! I'll be pooped by the time I get a day off next Wednesday! 

One finds limits by pushing them.

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