I've been given the date for my hip replacement. 6 October – THAT took the wind out of my sails! I kept saying to the PA, "Um... so that's the date then? The ACTUAL date?". She must have wondered what planet I was on (it's called Planet Denial). Wow. It's actually going ahead. I'm hoping... Continue Reading →
As I write this, someone I know is labouring and awaiting the safe birth of her rainbow baby.
This blogging is a little more complicated than I realised...
I'm having an interesting time settling in to my new role as CEO of ICP Support. It's only new in the fact that I actually get paid to do it now (and for the record, I took a pay cut). For the last umpteen years it's been a voluntary role shoehorned in between my work... Continue Reading →
Mr K (that's what I call Ian, my husband) suggested we catch up with Glastonbury this weekend. We snuggled down on the sofa to watch, smug in the knowledge that we could at least fast forward when the boring bits were on. The first assault on my ageing eyes was the sight of Jo Whiley looking absolutely... Continue Reading →
Next April I will be 60. That’s a bit of a scary number for me. When I was a teenager I couldn’t imagine being 60 and if I ever did have to think about it, I imagined little old ladies with purple-rinsed perms. As it happens, I do like the colour purple (that’s why our... Continue Reading →
