Five Ways I Beat The January Blues.

It was 10 o’clock in the morning but the sun had yet to fight its way through the thick, dark cloud.  As I wandered the now Christmas-free flat in the dull half light I caught myself humming a rather maudlin tune. After a few seconds I realised it was 'I Guess That’s Why They Call … Continue reading Five Ways I Beat The January Blues.


Merry Christmas (and thank you).

Just a quick post to say merry Christmas and thank you for all your support this year. I had a minor operation to remove a (thankfully) harmless but rather large lump from my shoulder on Wednesday. That all went really well but then I got an infection in my gum, which hurts more than my … Continue reading Merry Christmas (and thank you).

Talking About Death With A Four-Year-Old.

“I'll always be able to count on you, won't I mummy?” Freya asked. We were sat at the dining table where she was drawing before dinner. “Of course. Always.” I answered, gently rubbing her back. She looked up from her work and smiled sweetly. What a lovely mother/daughter moment. “Not when you’re dead,” she added. … Continue reading Talking About Death With A Four-Year-Old.