How Time Goes Faster As You Get Older.blog

After 4 years of planning and NHS sign-off, I have finally set off on my big adventure. The house is sold and when my neighbours asked where I was moving to I just said India. It is really freeing having no fixed abode. But scary too!

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I arrived in Delhi to have my first coffee and as I had a few hours spare I went to Qatab Minar. I ate loads of street food but my overwhelming sensation was the overwhelming smog. Totally ghastly….I had been warned but since when was I going to listen?

I am very committed to setting up in one or two places with all my stuff to explore my sabbatical theme – how time goes faster as you get older. And a polluted city is not a draw for me.

So off I went to Jaipur. My phone app said it was still polluted here. Lots of photo opportunities both inside the Palace of the Winds (Hawa Mahal) and outside….

Initially I stayed near the old city and it was very pink but the sun was indistinct too so I moved further out.

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So besides a little pollution as possible and a bit of quiet – hard in India when the lorries actually have ‘sound horn’ plastered by their rear number plate I was excited to have arrived at the Mosaics Guesthouse near Amber Fort. We have climbed up a high Hindu shrine (see me looking pensive on a broomstick) and seen the Amber Fort Sound and Light Show. But this lovely place with a mosaic workshop and totally lovely staff is backed by a wedding venue place that plays loud music throughout the night. So time to move on.

Later on I am on the move to Pushkar for the world famous camel fair. I always said I would buy one to whizz around in India. Well maybe I will……

Next post on animals

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

by Jenny Joseph

So purple is going to be my colour for this sabbatical. Here are all the names for purple

Amethyst

Aubergine

Blackberry

Blackcurrant

Blueberry

Burgundy

Dawn

Haze

Heather

Heliotrope

Indigo

Lavender

Lilac

Loganberry

Magenta

Maroon

Mauve

Mist

Periwinkle

Plum

Pomegranate

Purple

Tayberry

Violet

Wine

Can you think of any more purple colours?

I was asked to make something in purple. Then I got carried away and made loads of them. Purple challah covers. They are to protect the bread from being sad when you bless the wine at the start of Shabbat meals.

So here are some initial thoughts on purple

I am just gearing myself up to going on my sabbatical to India. But I want to make sure I can do this technical stuff. So here is a picture of me at an Adolescent Conference in sunny Ascot mid Sept 2019. I am not presenting and enjoying the presentations and doing my knitting! bliss……

Does time actually go faster as you get older? It is all about perception. What a fun thing to explore in a sabbatical. Watch this space.