Getting my Toes Wet

Metaphorically speaking, I'm not very good at getting my toes wet. While as brave as a lion (actually - bad -lions don't care for water, but I'm a Leo so. ..) in water, when I am asked to venture forth and wave my ideas in the air I get scared. So to go so comprehensively public as making a blog is, well, that's very daring for me. But there are so many things I'm interested in. It's not just my dolls' house shop (which you could find by following the link at the end of this). I love all things dolls' house - no, I don't play with them, I build them, and the furniture that goes into them. I'm also a compulsive buyer of things dolls' house and have a person's house which is rapidly filling up.
But I also love theatre, music, my family (dammit, not in that order!), reading books, handcrafts of all kinds, writing poetry and TRAVEL. I love travelling (for the Americans around here, that's how we spell 'traveling'). I'm seldom happier than when on the move, particularly if my journey is by train. I like meeting people and I like living alone.
My newest obsession/concern as I enter the second half of my sixties is that of society's attitude to ageing. Ageing seems to be viewed as a sort of disease, to be suffered, and perhaps ridiculed from time-to-time. Some stand-up comedians seem to think that jokes about smells of spilled urine around older people are really hip. They're not. And neither are those about hip replacements - to pun a bit. We. the older members of today's society have every right to be here, are learning to enjoy ourselves, sometimes on the free local buses at the taxpayers' expense, but more often using our own savings to finance a taste for travel.
No, I am not spending the kids inheritance - I am spending my own money. And I am spending it how I want. If I want to spend money on setting up a website or two, so what? This is such powerful fun - I can't get enough of it. What a way to live.