The Witty Ways of a Wayward Woman

Bad Parenting and The Beginning of a New Journey

Last night, Mr T, the boys and I were all watching Expendables 3 when we got to this scene: When new recruit, Luna, finished kicking ass this was the conversation: Master Jacob; She’s just like Mum Mr T: Yep, that’s just what your mother was like when I met her. Huh? I am not tall, blonde or leggy. I don’t even do karate! Later there was a scene where Antonio Banderas, as another new crazed Expendable recruit, says something to the effect of “I just like killing people”. Master Jacob piped up again; Oh that’s just like Mum too. What? I’ve never even hurt a fly! Well maybe a couple. But nobody, nobody, touches my chocolate without my permission. Okay, so there might possibly have been a few wasps as well. But they deserved it. And there might have been a few of those slugs that keep invading my kitchen. But that

janeturley 16 February 2015 2 Comments

Cursed with a Fat Arse… and other stuff.

Okay, so you may have noticed that this blog has been fairly inactive for a while…which is basically not like me as I always have something (stupid) to say. Basically, my absence is because since I developed a hiatus hernia, with very unpleasant side effects, I’m trying to get on top of it and avoid an operation by doing things the natural way by changing my diet and losing weight. Losing weight has been a preoccupation of mine for about the last 25 years and one that I find incredibly difficult – I’m one of the unfortunate women who work really hard at it but have very little success and as soon as I ease up from a very rigid diet or cut back on exercise (by which I mean less than 5 times a week) the weight piles back on. For example – yesterday I did a zumba class,

janeturley 28 January 2015 4 Comments

Stephen Fry,Toyboys, Hiatus Hernias and Jacob’s Cream Crackers. And a Happy New Year to all!

Getting old is a right royal pain in the backside, isn’t it? I know middle aged celebs are always spouting that “I’ve never been happier” phrase (usually when they’ve just be paid fifty grand by Hello magazine for a photo shoot) but personally I kinda liked being young and healthy. Although – if I was 57 years old and called Stephen Fry and I’d just hooked up with a 27 year old I’d be saying “I’ve never been happier” too. In fact, I’d quite happily trade the good Mr T in for a younger model – so if there’s any 27 year olds out there (or younger – I’m not fussy) who fancy their chances with Mrs T and can do a hatchet job on Mr T send me an email with the title “Age is no object and I’m hot for rotund old women.” So, you may have been

janeturley 7 January 2015 No Comments

How to slow up the pace of life

I’ve come to the conclusion that the pace of life is too fast, especially around Christmas. Luckily, I’ve discovered a good way to slow things up: 1. Hand over the wrong debit card at the supermarket queue. Make sure the queue is really long first so you can slow things up for other people too. They’ll be grateful for the rest. 2. Spend several minutes looking for the correct debit card in your purse and bag. Then remove all the contents (except the spare knickers) while you search for the correct card. 3. Announce to everyone in the queue that you cannot find your debit card but luckily you have your credit card! 4. Forget the PIN number to your credit card. 5. Suggest you go to the cash point but then remember that in the amongst all crap essentials in your bag you might be able to find enough

janeturley 28 December 2014 No Comments

Santa knows what’s good for him!

So you thought Santa was a bluff old fool being misled by a host of demanding kids? Not so, dear readers, not so! Santa has taste; he has style. He is one cool dude. How do I know? Well, this morning I was sent this picture: Only the best is good enough for Santa!

janeturley 16 December 2014 No Comments

The Problem of Facial Hairs – Again.

What is it with facial hairs when you’re over forty? My chin feels like a badger’s arse at the moment and I look like Popeye after an overdose of spinach. If any more hairs sprout I’ll be able to pluck them and start my own business manufacturing scrubbing brushes and garden brooms. God, the menopause is depressing. I’ve never been that keen on the idea of taking drugs but as I get older the idea of hallucinations and days spent slumped over the sofa as opposed to watching foot-long hairs sprout from every conceivable hair follicle is becoming more attractive every minute. I’ve always liked being a brunette because it gives a woman way more intellectual kudos (even if you don’t get to party so much) but, as an older woman, being a brunette is a living hell. The only plus side is there’s no fear of England every being

janeturley 13 December 2014 No Comments

A personal perspective on living with Crohn’s disease, cystic fibrosis and cancer by Derrick LoRusso

Before I begin I’d like to thank Mrs. Turley for letting me write on her blog. So if traffic suddenly stops coming to her blog after you read this she knows who to go after. Thankfully, I live in Canada (Or as you Brits call it “Across the pond”), so she’s got a long swim to get me. Not including the rabid polar bears and the bone chilling cold. I was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis when I was six and Crohn’s disease at eight. (Or as I call it “The Ultimate Weight Loss Program.”) Ever since then it has, quite literally, been a roller coaster ride on the “Tilt-a-Hurl 2000.” Every day I question if I’m going to breathe easy or I worry about coughing up phlegm. A lot of people have shot me dirty looks because of coughing fits that randomly pop up. My stomach will get into knots

janeturley 3 December 2014 5 Comments

The Quest for Cures

Have you ever seen a child short of breath? Have you ever been fearful your child might die? I think every parent has, at sometime or another, had macabre thoughts. If you’re lucky enough to have healthy children then those thoughts might only be fleeting but, if your child has a serious illness, you may have lain awake at night, tossing and turning, whilst your imagination takes you into the places that every parent fears. It’s tough when your child is ill, no matter whether it’s a cold or cancer, because for most of us, our children are the central pivot of our lives. Perhaps the love of parents and carers – is the greatest kind of love – love that is unselfish and bounteous. My second son has a peanut allergy and asthma. Luckily, he is extremely fit and these days his asthma and peanut allergy make very limited

janeturley 1 December 2014 No Comments

Writing For A Good Cause

Today, I am breaking away from the usual silliness on this blog to introduce you to Legend Press author, Linda Huber. A few months ago, Linda spontaneously bought and reviewed my novel and since then we have become Facebook friends. It was through one of those fleeting Facebook feeds, and quite by chance, that I noticed Linda was contributing to an upcoming charitable anthology. The two beneficial charities rang bells with me and I immediately decided I wanted to support Linda and her writing partners in their very worthwhile cause. Today, I’m leaving it to Linda to introduce the anthology but later in the week, as well as reviewing the anthology, I shall be telling you why supporting Linda’s endeavours is personal to me. In the meantime, and with no further ado, here’s Linda… Hi everyone and first of all huge thanks to Jane for letting me loose on her

janeturley 26 November 2014 No Comments

Bargain Alert, Bargain Alert!

I’ve just got home from Morrisons petrol station where I saw such an absolute bargain at the checkout that I feel compelled to inform you of it, dear readers, so that you can rush out and get it for yourselves. This was the wording I saw on display at the checkout: Customers spending over £15.00 will receive a voucher for three minutes of FREE air. Vouchers valid only on day of purchase. What the *uck? I am sorry to let that slip out – but I’ve never seen anything so ridiculous in all my life (except this blog of course). I mean, I appreciate the FREE air (no doubt factored into the £15.00) but I can only have it on the day of purchase? Is there a rush on air or what? Is it in short supply? Is Cameron going to start taxing it or what? I am gutted, absolutely

janeturley 12 November 2014 2 Comments

Reality is Dangerous

I know you all thought I was dead. But I still have a few years left in me. So says my taxidermist. So what have I been doing? I am not sure – but in the last week I forgot the dentists (again), broke down in Mr T’s car and was stuck on the A5 for 3 hours in the dark with Master Jacob only wearing his tennis shorts, the central heating system failed, the school rang me for a second time to remind me about the forms that Master Ben has failed to hand in since September and I gained 1lb in weight despite having gone swimming six (yes SIX) times. In addition the upstairs bathroom light only works after twenty pulls and the downstairs one blows all the fuses. Just an ordinary week for Mrs T then. The good news is the plumber has already come and fixed

janeturley 10 November 2014 No Comments

I give in!

I give in. I’ve been trying to hold off. But I don’t think I can hold back any longer. The excitement and intrigue is just too great. All that gossip, scandal and name-calling. Yay! Sometimes a woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do. So, I just bought KP’s autobiography in hardback. Cos there’s no way I can wait till June 2015 for the paperback and I’m not paying £7.47 for the Kindle version. I’m a hard woman to please, Kevin. So this had better be good for £9.00. Yep so it seems even cricket players can be bitchy. It comes as no surprise to me.Two of my sons have played junior county cricket. The only difference is at junior level it’s the ambitious parents you have to watch out for. I’m still reeling from the fourteen daggers in my back and the toxic berry juice at tea. Great cover

janeturley 13 October 2014 No Comments