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Things To Do Before I Turn 50

  (also known as my "TA-DA" list as opposed to a "to do" list) It was my 49th birthday a few days ago and this got me thinking. Any birthday that ends with a zero always feels a bit like milestone or a landmark and, when I hit the big "five-o" in 2022, I don't want huge parties or celebrations but I would like to have ticked a few things off my low-effort bucket list.   I see these things as a way to improve my mental and physical health, plus a few slightly off-the-wall experiences that would make for great memories.  Start running again and include the following: Lead a C25K group again  Participate in parkrun EVERY week where possible  Visit local landmarks whilst running  Train for a long race - building up from 5k > 10k > 10 miles > half marathon, with a couple of longer trail races mixed in  Lose a lot bit of weight Post more on Instagram or give the blog a bit of a reboot < ongoing Look at new a career path or additional income stre

DEAR FACEBOOK, GIVE ME MY APOSTROPHE BACK NOW!

I was happily mooching around Facebook on Friday evening and noticed a Wall message from Tanya:

Well, you could have knocked me down with a feather.
Yes, I did used to have an apostrophe in my name.
No, I didn't remove it myself.


I am a stickler for my name being spelled correctly, especially after the maiden name I had (any old school friends reading... ssshhh - you've probably forgotten how to spell it anyway).  My name is O'Hara.  It's origins are Irish.  I'm proud of my name.  I don't give a shiny shite how the rest of my family spell it (Ohara, OHara).  IT'S O'HARA!!  End of.

So, Facebook.  You may not realise but when people spell my name incorrectly, I tend to get a bit pissed off.

WHERE.  IS.  MY.  APOSTROPHE?

This plight must have tugged at a few heartstrings because the lovely Debbi* set up a Just Giving Facebook Group (yes, even I realise the irony of that).

At the time of publishing, we have received no response from Facebook.

I sit here and weep.  I mourn for my missing apostrophe.  My apostrophe is out there somewhere, alone... looking for two letters to nestle between.  Without the O and the H it is vulnerable.  If you see it, send it back, please.


*I am mortified.  See the comments...  Sorry Debbi x