About now

I’ve been away a while. Busy on other things – mostly ‘being a XXX’ which, dependent on the day of the week and the time of day could have been a mum, a wife, a friend, a confidante, a shoulder, a supporter, a teacher…the list goes on....
Rubber

Rubber

Leaving home for University is an interesting time.  I took it reasonably seriously. And I was hopeful. I decided to go on the pill.  Clearly, being a new grown up, I needed to act responsibly. At some point I was bound to get lucky. I dutifully registered with the...
Anorexia – the skeleton in the family cupboard

Anorexia – the skeleton in the family cupboard

I am not a doctor, psychologist or psychiatrist but I have a unique experience of eating disorders – my little sister, Pip, suffered anorexia from the age of eleven until four days before her 40th birthday when she died weighing 4st10lbs.  In his final report,...
Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day

To most of you, this is the sort of thing you get for or from a granny, bought hastily from a dusty chemist on a parade of forgotten shops. To me, this is a poignant and deeply sentimental gift. It was given to me on Mothers Day by my mum, three weeks before she died....
RIP El Tel

RIP El Tel

We’ve had a dearth of death these last few weeks.  Bowie, Rickman, Glen Frey…now Sir Terry. And whilst death is a fact that we all accept – particularly as we ripen and mature as humans – I can’t help but feel a deep dark sorrow for our...