Not Moving Much

Kate - getting older is sort of liberating. I plan to be a difficult old woman. Have you seen the poem, 'when I get old I shall wear purple'? I may start working my way through the list. I quite fancy learning to spit. I was talking to a friend who is around the same age as me, and we agreed that aging can be wonderfully relaxing. I'm not talking about physical infirmities that come when you are very old, but the sort of age where you have seen so much rubbish that you don't care anymore and you get harder to shock. Mind you, I was never very good at being shocked or blushing. I was naive and need things explaining, but rarely shocked. 

When I was young, there were a lot of old ladies in hats who ran the church and the volunteer committees and could terrify a sergeant major. My mother had her moments, though she was generally too considerate to really flex her inner old-lady-in-hat. Her cousin was a lay magistrate and could organise anything. She's too elderly to do much now, but in her heyday was a force of nature. 

It's a mixed blessing that the women who once would have been busy terrorising the Parish Council are now having careers and businesses. On the one hand, the voluntary sector could almost certainly do with more ladies that can organise and run meetings with ruthless efficiency. A certain amount of curtain twitching and wondering what the neighbours would say does help keep some standards up. But I would hate to go back to the days when people (especially a subset of those old ladies in hats) would count the months between a wedding and the birth, and judge people for their romantic preferences. I would prefer to judge people for not being kind. 

(quick note - as a Christian, I'm not supposed to judge. That is supposed to be left to God. I'm tempted sometimes, though, especially if I think kids aren't getting properly cared for. I'm not a very good Christian.)

I failed to save again today. Every time I call in at the Co-op and buy something with my card, I get a coupon. One was running out today so I called in and redeemed my 50p off frozen fruit or veg (frozen peas, in my case). That is a pretty good coupon. It would have been even better if I hadn't picked up some Skittles for bear and some crisps for me (they settle my stomach). I also picked up some bread rolls for DH who likes the nice rolls from there. At the check out I got a coupon for 50p off McVities Club products. I had a quick look on the Co-op Home Delivery page and a pack of club biscuits are £1.80. With 50p off, they're £1.30. I can get them for £1 at Tesco, for at least the next week. If I use the Co-op coupon, I won't really be saving money compared to Tesco. On the other hand, the men in my life love Club biscuits and I'm not sure I've got the energy to go to Tesco while the Co-op is on the way home. I suppose I could get a Tesco Delivery, but we don't actually need that much and an order of £40 worth of Club biscuits could raise some eyebrows. 

Hugs and good health to all.