P P P Pick up a pebble …

Hi everyone, and I hope this post finds you all happy and well.

It occurred to me, whilst I was daydreaming, that pretty much everyone loves penguins. Well, I know I do. And I can’t ever recall anyone bad mouthing them or talking about their hatred of them, as in “I hate spiders”.

And, of course, there are lots of them to be seen in adverts on tv etc, particularly at this time of year.


So yes, I think we are all agreed that they are absolutely adorable – and even more so now I know this about them …

Most penguins are monogamous, meaning that the pairs will mate exclusively with each other for the duration of the mating season, and many will then mate for life.

But what I didn’t know is that the males of certain breeds of penguins, such as the Adelie and the Gentoo, actually propose by scouring the beach for the most perfect pebble they can find and then present it to their chosen mate, hoping that she will accept the pebble and they will then become a pair and mate for life.


Much the same courtship as a human male presenting a diamond to his chosen mate before the mating ritual begins – but if you consider the general behaviour that many of the muppets featured on reality tv display to their peers these days, then the human couple will probably have at least three or four kids between them already. And she now wants a bigger diamond and a new mate who will bring home extra bacon. One that works out to look more buff. Oh, and she wants a bigger nest too.

Call me old fashioned but I think penguins have got it sussed.

Elizabeth x





Nine lives and no more chores. Yay!

Hello everyone, I hope this post finds you all happy and well.

Happy, well, and comfortable in your own skin too.

You may or may not think you are perfect just as you are – I’m certainly not perfect but I can live quite comfortably in my own skin and I don’t think there is too much I would change fortunately as I feel it would be a rather time consuming occupation and my time would be better spent in a zillion other ways.

In these modern times, however, where so many seem to be changing their sexual preferences, their genders, and even their race I thought I had pretty much seen the lot.

But oh, no. Because according to the BBC news …


… a man from Holland, who described himself as a young god, has launched a legal battle to change his legal age from 69 to 49 to increase his employment chances and to boost his dating prospects on the dating app Tinder.

Now, each to their own I say, but I just don’t get this at all. Yes, I suppose he does look younger than his actual age but so do hundreds of thousands of other people.

And so I really think the line has to be drawn somewhere … before some bright spark wants to change their species.

Oh, hang on a sec, that bright spark might be me as I think it would be really cool to be a cat for instance. No more work, no more chores, sleeping in front of a fire all day in winter, staying out partying all night in summer. And as the great British veterinary surgeon James Alfred “Alf” Wight, probably better known by the pen name James Herriot, once said “Cats are connoisseurs of comfort”.

So now I’m just going to call my lawyer and ask him to instigate proceedings for me to legally be recognised as a cat.

Oh, but not a grumpy old cat who perhaps looks a bit frayed around the edges. I don’t want to be an old cat – I’d rather be a cute little kitten so you know what this means? I guess I will have to legally change MY age too. So do I still think that’s an odd thing to do? No, not at all, not now I look this cute:


Elizabeth x






So am I nuts?

Hello you! And thankyou so much for dropping by.

I don’t know about you but I absolutely love peanut butter, especially peanut butter generously spread on toasted granary bread for breakfast. However, I thought, rather than my usual supermarket brand I should try a healthier and more environmentally friendly option.

Ergo my new smooth peanut butter boasts 100% nuts and, most importantly, NO palm oil. And no added sugar and salt either.

According to the blurb on the container the peanuts are roasted in their natural skins before being ground to a thick smooth texture.


I promise you it’s beyond delicious!

So I was telling my friend Jefferson all about my new peanut butter (because clearly I am rather sad and have no life lol) when he asked me how the taste differs.

I explained that the new one tastes infinitely more woody.

“Well, what does wood taste like?” he asked.

“The opposite of wasp stings” I explained.

It all made perfect sense to me but no sense at all to Jefferson judging by the look he gave me.

So am I nuts? Or do YOU know what I mean …

Even if only one of you does then I shall be more than happy! And just a little bit relieved 🙂

Elizabeth x

PS. I have received some very interesting comments with some fantastic peanut butter powder recipe ideas. Thankyou so much!

Just click on comments to read them x


Please sign to support 1950s women!!

This is a copy of a Facebook post I have received which, as a 64 year old 1950s woman without a pension, really hit home.


I am just one of the 3.8 million women who are affected.

3.8 MILLION women!

Thank heavens for all the people who are steadfastly battling on our behalf, too numerous to mention here, but there’s lots of available information to be found on Google and some excellent campaign groups such as Waspi (Women Against State Pension Inequality) and Back To 60, and We Paid In You Pay Out etc.

It is absolutely scandalous that this has happened and that some of the most vulnerable members of our supposedly civilised society are forced to live in abject poverty whilst awaiting their pensions – many of whom are having to wait almost six years!

Nearly six years of struggling on, with a large proportion suffering from declining health, others coping with the bereavement of their partners and still more severely depressed and distressed by their financial worries when, for all of their adult lives, they believed they would receive their pensions on reaching the age of sixty.

Nearly six years of wishing their lives away, probably longing for the day when they will receive what has been rightfully theirs all along.

I wonder if the government are calculating how many of these women will conveniently die before they have to start paying out? Because I was interested to note that MPs themselves are receiving an EXTRA £1368 a year from (rather appropriately) April Fools’ Day 2018, so at least that’s one less worry for us all, knowing that they are ok.


If you agree that this cannot be allowed to continue then please do take a moment to sign this petition as I’m sure every little helps:


And for those of you personally affected then you might be interested to take a look at some of the aforementioned campaign groups and/or to read this article written by the acclaimed political journalist David Hencke:

Exclusive: Case for Judicial Review for BackTo60 challenge to government on pensions set for November 30

After all, this is currently happening to 1950s women – what is going to happen to the 1960s women who are hard on our heels? And so forth …

Thankyou so much for taking the time to read this, it is very much appreciated.

Elizabeth x


I don’t want to talk about it!!

Increasingly I read messages on social media sites which basically say things such as “I’m devastated but I don’t want to talk about it” or “I won’t be posting for a few days, but I don’t want to say why” or “That’s it, I’m finished, you won’t be hearing from me again … don’t ask me why”.

Ok, I won’t. Because rather than garnering sympathy from me, these types of feeble attention seeking messages irritate me no end. Bear in mind these are adults, albeit totally self absorbed adults, posting this detritus. Fully developed individuals who, in many cases, will be responsible for others and/or raising children of their own, behaving in a way that is almost guaranteed to elicit attention.

Do they really have so little else going on for them that they have to resort to these little cryptic cries for help? Despite the persona they choose to project in many cases, is their self esteem so low that they constantly need validation from others, including complete strangers?


I constantly hear that society is being dumbed down and I think this is a perfect example of that. It’s just so sad that as educated individuals we aren’t encouraged to improve ourselves, to blossom and thrive – encouraged OR rewarded, because it seems to me that there are plenty of people who could fend quite well for themselves but are happier to accept handouts and to play the system to their own ends much to the detriment of those who are genuinely vulnerable.

I don’t believe that anyone, except for the sick and disabled, should receive any benefit money without doing something in return. There’s no reason I can think of that would prevent anyone from improving their own community for example, by cleaning up streets and parks etc or tending allotments to provide local people with fresh fruit and vegetables free of charge.  And why can’t others help the elderly by gardening or decorating or such like. Or they could attend classes and workshops to provide them with skills to enhance their chances of securing a job.


If people were made to physically contribute in exchange for food, rent and utility vouchers, and given only just enough to cover their most basic needs, as opposed to being given cold hard cash which in some cases is spent on drink and drugs and cable television, then they might be encouraged to actually get jobs and start earning cash for themselves. And contributing to a better society for all.

Everyone would benefit in so many ways. Surely it would be relatively straightforward to implement? And so worthwhile for those sent to help others, and well as beneficial to those who are in need of help. Communities would improve and the authorities, and therefore the tax payers, would save money.

And with additional education and a job comes feelings of satisfaction and self worth – and less of those needy pitiful posts on social media.

Win win!

Elizabeth x