I am a woman who has picked myself up more times than the average piece of litter in a house proud home. This blog is intended to make every woman in her 50s feel fabulous and hopefully laugh along the way. Enjoy!

Saturday night – red nails and red PJs

It’s Saturday evening in early autumn. Back in the 1980s, Saturday evenings were spent in a small house with five members of my family. We would watch The Generation Game, followed by Dempsey and Makepeace. Then, we’d have a chippy meal and there were always loads of arguments as I fought for a side seat…

Fat Men in Lycra Blocking My Road

When I woke up on a sunny Saturday morning, I had plans to run some errands and enjoy the day. However, my plans were quickly disrupted as I opened my front door to find a large group of amateur cyclists blocking my road. It seemed that a cycling race had taken over my neighbourhood, much…

Gold Digger

My ex (father of my twins) first relationship after we split was with a Russian gold digger. She worked at the local launderette, and their eyes met over the industrial washing machine. Apparently her face looked like a slapped backside but her body was ‘the most beautiful thing he had seen’. She gave him the…

My own corner of the internet

Being in my 50s, I find dealing with technology overwhelming at times. The rise of social media and blogging makes it seem like everyone is sharing online, which can be daunting. Today, I spent 5 hours setting up a blog, and although it’s not perfect, I’m proud to have achieved this despite my limited technical…

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Dating Elon Musk was exhausting

On Saturday morning, I woke up feeling mentally exhausted. I had a dream that I was dating Elon Musk, and it felt like hard work. It’s strange because I have no reason to dream about him since I am currently dating the perfect man. I think it’s because I’ve become addicted to GB News recently, and Elon has been featured on it regularly. It’s not uncommon for me to dream that I am James Hetfield’s wife, so I guess in both real life and in my dreams, I’m drawn to alpha males with something unique and a rockstar rebelious quality about them (I missed out on those traits when I dated my twins’ dad, who is the polar opposite of Alpha and interesting.)

In my dream Elon Musk appeared very serious and somewhat moody – he was like a Dyson vacuum, always draining the energy from the room. He kept complaining about Kier Starmer and the current political situation in the UK. It made me realise that perhaps I also talk about it too much about the liberal dictatorship developments of recent weeks and that I can get quite angry about it too.

Every time I suggested doing something enjoyable, such as going to a movie or having a nice meal, Elon would just dismiss it and say, “We need to focus on the mission at hand.” “We need to protect people’s democratic right to free speech in the UK.” I’m even rolling my eyes now as I write this – I agree with my dream version of Elon, but come on, we could have had 8 hours of serious dream fun together on Friday night!

Why did I dream i was dating Elon Musk – despite his serious demeaner, I couldn’t help but be in awe of Elon’s intelligence and drive. I recently joined Twitter, and he is like a modern-day warrior who isn’t afraid to challenge anyone, including powerful world leaders. I guess I have a mental image of him using the same courage but in medieval times, being the champion swordsman who led successful troops into battle. I have never met the man, but please, nobody ruin that mental image I have of what he could be like for me.

Would Elon ever date someone like me. I don’t think so! He usually dates beautiful women like Amber Heard. I’m not a supermodel, and I definitely wouldn’t pretend to have been abused by an ex just to gain favour with the MeToo movement. So, I’m definitely not his type.

In the dream, Elon was strong, assertive, and kept talking a lot, which was pretty annoying. I was hoping for a romantic connection with the fictional version of him in my dream, but instead, he was grumpy and went on repetitive rants about Kier Starmer, (Kiers name alone is a massive turn off). Elon – we could have had 8 hours of blissful fun on Friday night, but you blew it!

Dreaming about dating Elon Musk turned out to be a tiring experience. I felt drained yesterday and needed something to boost my mood after my dream took the fun out of everything.

Who knows, maybe one day I’ll meet the real Elon Musk and find out if he’s as serious and moody as he was in my silly dream. Maybe, in real life, he and Kier are best friends, which will automatically remove him from my list of male idols.

Sweet dreams to whoever reads this, and I hope that mood hoovers are banned from your dreams tonight.

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