Just about 10 years ago

Hi, We’re a few weeks into the new year. Have you given up on your resolutions yet? Not that I’d judge you, that would be rude. 🙂 Plus, I’ve not set any. I’m going to carry on the following ideas from last year. Firstly, making a note of good things that happen, and pop these notes in my Memory Jar. That’s going reasonably well, and it seems to encourage being grateful and/or concentrating on the good stuff, rather than the bad. The other one is not getting angry about work. In days gone by, we’d plan and we’d implement things. Some areas would not go well, because others (Ed: she means management) would either interfere, or refuse to adjust their […]

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Slap

Hi, A late post from Yours Truly, as the school holidays are now under way for the Jones Massive. Both Wee Man and Little Miss have been in need of some down time. To be away from both the routine of early mornings and all day in a class room. They’re not the only one in need of a break too, the Ever Lovely Mrs J will, I’m sure, appreciate dodging the multiple bullets of half a work afternoon, the dash home to collect the kids and start the tea. Meanwhile, I’m still bashing the rocks together, at work, before crawling home in the evening traffic. Not, that I’m complaining, the commute could be a lot worse and I do […]

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Learning to walk

Hi, Over the last few years of answering emails for Chameleons, there are a few questions, that pop up regularly. One of them is around dress. Perhaps, not unusual for a group of cross-dressing people. But flippancy aside, a question about being judged when dressed. What do others wear? What should I wear? I’m new to all of this, everyone seems so together with their outfits, etc. I think it’s intimidating enough, visiting a new place, where you don’t know anyone. Chuck into the mix, that you’re worried that you’ll look like a mess, must just add to the stress. BTW, I should add that the Chams folk are very cool and laid back. We don’t judge. Well, provided you are […]

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Mr…. Smith, I presume?

Hi, Subject to Blogger’s scheduling system, you should be reading this, while I and the Jones Massive are lording it up on summer holiday. Those of you of a certain age, may wish to hum Cliff’s eponymous critique of the yearly trip. While, those of another age, may supplement The Young Ones as a backing group. (“Did you just call me a b*stard?!”). Lastly, those of you under 40, or not from the UK, may consider what on earth I’m prattling on about and skip to the next paragraph. 🙂 The next paragraph is a bit further down…. T’other day, a news stories popped into my social media feed. Entitled I was Transgender and Didn’t Know it… I’d suggest you […]

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Just a statistic

Hi, Picture, if you will, a long copse of trees, a small car park and cool blue skies. It’s a short walk across a quiet road, into the shade of the woods and a soft, yet bright hello from a guide. You listen to the introduction about the museum, and the advice to wait for a school trip to finish. You wander on, curious to see the lay of the land. You walk along the gravel path, its stones grinding underfoot as you reach a tallish island of stacked rocks, amidst the meadow grass. There’s a statue on top of the rocks, perhaps a moose, or an elk. It’s too big to be a reindeer. Numerous signs are dotted around […]

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