I often take walks early evening. One so I don’t really bump into anyone as they’re all usually at home already, or not interested, and 2 because in the winter it’s dark, so no one can see me bright red in the face frantically panting for air. Don’t get me wrong, I’m getting fitter, but the hills are just so steep! Tonight, 18/01 I bumped into an elderly man, I’d spotted him getting off the bus shortly after I left home, and 15 minutes later he’d only got 5 minutes down the road. We stopped and he said hello to my Pops. But he was alone, slowly walking home, and I was too out of breath to say anything to him. My heart broke. This needs to change. I hope I bump into him again. I’d like him to know a friendly face in a world of busy ones. Next time, old man. 


As today is International Women’s Day I thought it was the right time to celebrate some fab women & general empowerment. I think every year I celebrate my incredible, strong, inspiring Mum. Who taught me how to find and embrace your inner strength when everything on the planet is against you! She raised 6 children and worked hard.  She got sick and still powered like there was nothing wrong. Spent 6 long weeks in the hospice smiling, laughing & touching hearts of everyone she met before teaching us all, that the pain of a lost loved one never goes away. I remember her great big laugh, kind, welcoming aurora, her love - oh so much love, not just for us, for everyone she met!  She is my absolute inspiration!  The last year I’ve been changing how I use social media, I’ve been unfollowing the accounts that make me feel like I’m not worthy, too ugly or fat and replacing them with positive, empowering, strong women who make me feel like I can, and I want to.  Chessie Kin


Hi Friends, and welcome.  I've blogged a couple of times before, the most fun being about my 18 year old Micra called Maureen, she was tiny and leaky and people could walk faster than her uphill. I blogged about her adventures until she went to car heaven. I loved her and that blog. But here I am again, blogging all things life, not adventures of my car(as I don't have one!).    Caroline George is unfortunately not my name. Caroline is my incredible late Mums name, and George is my equally incredible late Grampys name. We sadly lost them both within 3 years of each other. Therefore giving me my online alter-ego Caroline George.  My name is actually Rebecca. I live in a rather large town in Hertfordshire. I'm eldest of 6 children, but now I live a quietly with my partner and brood of animals. I'm old before my time; I like to be in bed by 10pm and enjoy crochet and knitting in my spare time.  As I said before, I'll be blogging all things life - inclu