Wonderful Drizzle 

Today the weather has been glum. Cloudy and with drizzle and I have loved it 

It’s feels like it’s been ages since we have had this typical  miserable British  weather that we are known the world over for 

It brings back happy childhood memories of being stuck inside the house.  No, I wasnt a child that never went out…what I did love was the activity box I owned aptly called, “things to do on a rainy day ” and the only time I would allow myself to do them was. .That’s right on a rainy day.  


India first time round 

4 years ago today, I visited India for the first time.  I spent a week in Delhi and a week doing a trek up the Hymalias. 

Was it a shock arriving in the chaotic colourful city of Delhi ?. .not at all.  I loved it.

The noise, people, animals in the roads, the people living on the streets , the pollution, the constant hum of life. .it was alive 

I was born in Watford High St in 1966 as a baby I went to sleep with alarms going off and people leaving the pubs, we had homeless people, pollution, stray dogs and rats. ..is it really so different? It too was alive 

It’s in my blood! 

I am a therapist and spend my days helping people either on a one to one basis or in group workshops 

In a previous life. ..oh ok, not literally, when I was in my 20s I was a sales rep and then went on to have my own sales and marketing company

My mum always used to say, “I could sell snow to an Eskimo ” not politically correct nowadays but she believed I could sell anything. 

Back to the now…..I also sometimes do life coaching, as was the case today, when I helped someone who wanted support to learn how to be successfull at door to door appointment  making for his promotional offer, with on the job training…. .I know this is a lot of people’s nightmare job, but when I was out there knocking doors with him it was a flash back to my youth and I hate to say it…but…I still have the knack 😉😉


I did it!

“What did you do? “I hear you ask 

OK. ..wait for it. ..Yes, that’s right, I changed my name on Facebook! 

I was given the name debra jane aldous , when I was born.  I never really liked it, it didn’t seem to fit me. 

In school, I played around with asking friends to call me cool  (well, I thought so at 5!) Names like DJ or just my middle name Jane, they all lasted about 3 hours 

Fast forward many many many many years, numerous surname changes due to marriages and divorces.  My first name is still the same,  until last year my youngest daughter suddenly said, “mum, you don’t look like a Debbie “, “What do I look like? “I asked,  she thought for a moment, “Autumn ” she replied. 

I loved it and why not.  Over the last year I have played around with the name,  spoke to various people including my mum and she wasnt surprised.  But then again she has always said nothing I do shocks her anymore. ..

So the biggest,  boldest move so far. .a change on Facebook has been made.  


There was once a young girl…

Way, way back in the ancient history of time.  Well, ok the late 60s  a little girl was born.

She didn’t have any brothers or sisters, but she did have a younger cousin who acted like her sister 

Sometimes they got on,  sometimes this younger cousins made the little girl cross and being a little girl she wasn’t always nice to the younger girl but they always made up in the end 

They made plans and pacts to always be there for each other. ..but life happened and pulled them apart.  But thanks to Facebook they never totally lost contact and they both remember the pact they made when they were just two little girls