Painkillers and paranoia

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 →

Countdown to 60

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 →

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