Dipping my toe back in…

A cordial good-day to you gentle reader,

It is I, Lady Whistleton (no copyright infringements here, thank you very much).  I realise it has been a while since I last penned my column, and for that I apologise profusely.

God, I absolutely bloody love Bridgerton!  Glamourous costumes, ostrich feather fans, sparkling jewellery, lavish balls, intricate hairstyles, all in a house dressed with velvets and finery.  Not to mention meals prepared on demand and continental pastries in the drawing room.

Sounds heavenly….aside from the ingrained chauvinism, child brides and lack of women’s rights.

Oh, and the fact that I would definitely not be one of the genteel.  Sadly, I picture myself as more of a serving wench from Blackadder or a spinster from Horrible Histories.

 

“So, what’s been happening?” I hear you ask.

In a nutshell, and fairly chronologically:

• Maid of Honour-ing at my friend’s lovely wedding
• A mouse stole a Milky Way from under the Christmas tree
• My pottery painting skills have been put to the test (as has my patience…)
• I started diabetes medication
• I’ve eaten far too much chocolate (see above)
• We’ve enjoyed watching BGT in the camper van at various Cornish campsites
• And as Summer approaches, we’ve been blessed with sightings of deer, fluffy brown calves (of the bovine variety, not hairy pins), gorgeous lambs and egrets around the farm.

Seriously though, how has it been over a year since I was on here, blogging my heart out?  The only writing I’ve managed to produce are messy rants in my journal and numerous lists strewn about the house, because I have no short-term memory.  Countless times I’ve thought to myself “this is hilarious, I must write about it” and then the time has passed, or I haven’t felt able to express myself.

So yeah, to be honest, I’ve been in a bit of a funk for about 8 months.  In fact, that’s not being truly honest.  I’ve not felt great at all, the flattest of pancakes.

However, it finally feels like there is a glimmer of light at the end of the gloomy tunnel that has been my existence.  OH MY GOD that sounds soooo melodramatic.  The sun has finally penetrated the perpetual cloud of sadness that has followed me for some time….

I think perhaps I need to immerse myself in a more modern TV series.

Anyway, with support from my lovely pals and family, spending time with friends, doing nice things for myself – even picking up a book again – I think I am being brought back to life.  I’m just taking it one day at a time, sometimes one hour at a time.

Plus, now I’ve got an HRT patch slapped on my ample, collagen-free thigh.

 

Yep, I am officially middle-aged – although it is unlikely I will be making it to 90 years old, so perhaps I’m ¾ aged?  Night sweats, hot flushes, brain fog (not sure I can blame my hormones for that), emotional instability (again, not necessarily hormonal) anxiety, lack of energy/motivation….

Good Lord, I think I may have accidentally depressed myself again.

Sitting in a bejewelled corseted gown on the chaise lounge of a darkened library suddenly seems like a good idea….pass me the macaroons and diamond tiara please.

*This would be me and my mate playing at budget Bridgerton AKA Budgeton

It has been a long Winter (quoting Game of Thrones now – methinks one hath observed too much telly box) and I trust you have all taken care of yourselves?

I am hopeful that the sun is just around the corner, the sea is starting to warm up a bit and my bingo wings will finally be exposed to the elements.

But for now, I’m off to seek out last year’s bridesmaid dress so I can flounce around the wildflower fields to an orchestral version of Swifty’s Shake It Off.

Ta-ta everyone, I promise I’ll be back soon!

Lady Danellope of Bere Marsh