It happened first in 2008 for months: now it’s happened again. I can’t understand it. I didn’t do anything wrong, can’t think what might have caused it but I do know that it’s painful and
Choosing to Die – My thoughts
Yesterday I watched the BBC documentary, Terry Pratchett – Choosing to Die, where Sir Terry Pratchett explored the contentious issue of assisted suicide. The programme has created much controversy, in particular for filming the final
Mum’s Gone to the Moulin Rouge
Well, not quite the Moulin Rouge, Paris, but it was South Lincolnshire’s equivalent, courtesy of the annual Spalding Midsummer Ball. Last year the theme was Boogie Nights and we disco-danced to The Real Thing under spinning
My Father’s Legacy
My Dad died in February so all this talk of Father’s Day is difficult for me. The theme for The Gallery this week is ‘Dads’ and over at Tim’s blog, Bringing up Charlie, there is a Fatherhood
Island Girl
This is my new island. It’s a bloody big one. If you stand at one end you need semaphore to ask someone at the other end to pass the salt. Husband is having depraved thoughts
Flying High
Do you remember the British Airways adverts some years ago which featured the Flower Duet music from the opera Lakme by Delibes? One of my readers, the lovely, funny Marion who lives in Panama, emailed me a
Mum’s Gone to the Airport – Trish’s Top Travel Tips
I think we are all familiar with most travel tips regarding air travel: colouring books for children, pashminas and loose clothing to counteract the cold and trapped wind (you didn’t know that?) , roll up
Mum’s not gone anywhere this week
This time last year we were sunning ourselves in Picardy, courtesy of Eurocamp. This year we are going nowhere; instead I’m playing at being the foreman and chief coffee maker while we have our new