Rachel C. Goodhand

Summer is over. So I just thought, it's the perfect time to reread one of my favourite books.😉 Plus, my autumn reading always needs: - a sultry contractor - the cutest stray dog - more than one semicolon amazon.co.uk/dp/B0CNDYN5W6 #Romcom #TheLakeDistrict #YouWereSummer

Hmmmm. Not sure about the airing of an advert for Weight Watchers during this week's episode of the Great British Bake Off.

This is me. After a 10-hour migraine, I'm never sure if my head is still hurting because of the throbbing headache, or it's simply because I am caffeine-deprived. I suspect the latter, because it calms down after a coffee. Or three.☕️

I wonder when words like anything, nothing and something lost the 'g', and started ending with a 'k'. And will it go beyond pronunciation and become written? 🤔 It may be the 'new norm', but if nobody minds, I'll stick with the 'old trad'.😊

I worked for a company who arranged for influencers to come in the night before their seasonal dept. opened. Usually, they asked staff for volunteers to stay late. Some often wanted the extra cash. Not this time. They asked only certain members of staff. The attractive ones.

I dreamt I was sat on a comfy couch in a fancy pub, chatting with Tom Holland in his Spiderman costume, whilst he flicked through a giant Spiderman book - not a comic. It was the day before his wedding. There was a pond outside, and the massive goldfish were beaching themselves.

Banana sandwiches are the best. No jam, though: just bread, butter, and banana. The three B sandwich. I'm a woman of simple tastes. 😋

And this is why I rarely go on Faceb00k. I accepted a friend request 5 minutes ago from someone who (or so they claim) lives in a nearby town. I wasn't sure if it was someone I went to school with - he looks about my age. This is what I got:

I loved The Lost Boys soundtrack. Correction: I *still* love it. Whenever I hear Echo & The Bunnymen's version of 'People Are Strange', I'm taken back to my teenage years. And Kiefer Sutherland was one hot vampire.🥰

In 1983, Kajagoogoo released an album. The 12yo me - who planned to marry the lead singer Limahl one day - asked Pops to go to Woolworth's and pick up a copy. I'd saved up for it and gave him £4.99 - all in loose change. I got the album... and all my coins back.😊

Out of curiosity, I asked Google AI mode for a summary of my book You Were Summer. I shouldn't have bothered. It's not "AI = Oh?" It's "AI = No!" #BookTwitter #WritingCommunity

I'd describe today's weather where I live as bold and breezy. Perfect for walking, though. Lincolnshire may be flat and lacking magnificent mountains and valleys, but it's home for me. And I'm lucky enough to have expanses of sky and open fields only a minute's walk from my door.

Did I hear right on the news this morning? Did someone say the government may be considering free gym membership for over 50s because it's cheaper to keep people healthy than to mend those who aren't? If that's the case, will I stop saying gyms aren't for me?

All I did was get a better price on Ma and Pops' home insurance, which is up for renewal this month. They didn't ask me to; they didn't want to trouble me. It took just half an hour on my laptop. That's all. I got it down to almost half. My lovely Pops was so, so grateful. 🥹

I always think I have patience for days; that is, until I have a conversation with someone who... loves to... leave plenty of... dramatic pauses... in their sentences... when they're... telling a............. story.

A friend's step kids (aged 21 and 25) pay him and his wife £400 EACH a month for lodge. One helps in a kitchen and the other works in a care home. The parents both have good jobs in Lincolnshire. I think it's a lot. Am I out of touch? When he told me, my reaction was:

My ma always looks serious when talking about picking brambles in October. "You mustn't do it," she says. "You can't eat them - the witches have weed on them." Apparently, that's how witches prepare for Halloween - they fly over bramble bushes and empty their bladders. 🤨

Yes, my patio door is wide open this morning. Yes, it's nearing the end of October. Yes, it's reading 7°C outside. No, I'm not cold. (the plastic board is to stop squeaky visitors getting in 🐁🐁)

This is the last of this year's marigolds. What makes it special is that it's not only the result of a wayward seed from the year before, it also got to this size in just decorative stones. No soil. Not ONLY that, it never got watered this past summer - and it was in full sun!

I often start my day with two coffees and 15 minutes of window-shopping with CruiseTV. Once I've imagined myself on a 14-night trip to see the Autumnal Colours of Canada in a cabin with a balcony, and all meals included, I'll have a great day.😎 There's no harm in dreaming.

I don't know what it is, but my tolerance for graphic violence in movies is wearing thin. I started watching The Last Duel and only managed about five minutes of the first gory battle scene. Nope. Sorry. It's not for me.