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Writing
I’m in the quiet corner of Margam Park where we scattered Gareth’s ashes. He died 10 years ago today and I can still feel the shock carried down the line of the early morning phone call. Ten years is forever,… Continue Reading →
The arrival of weighing scales in our house generates huge excitement. The teen has wanted a set for a while and, after much hmmm-ing and we’ll-see-ing, I cave and pop some into our shopping trolley. I’m really not a fan… Continue Reading →
There’s a reason why I love writing. It’s because writing, as I discovered at a very young age, is infinitely preferrable to standing up and speaking to a whole bunch of people. And for someone who really doesn’t like speaking… Continue Reading →
It’s Singles Awareness Day and, yep, I’m aware I’m definitely single. The last time I went on a date, it ended badly (it ended in marriage, and I really can’t risk that happening again). As it happens, I was… Continue Reading →
I’m enjoying an autumn stroll along a country lane with the dog and the teen when the neurologist phones with seemingly good news. The results from a recent electromyogram are ‘nearly’ normal and the latest MRI shows a slight improvement… Continue Reading →
Heading out with your four-legged friend this summer? Whether you’re a local or a visitor to sunny south Wales, it’s essential to know where you can get a restorative cuppa and a true canine croeso too. Here are some of… Continue Reading →
My right leg and my left hand are not working properly. With 20 trails to hike and 30,000+ words to type up afterwards, this is quite a worry. I wake up on Thursday to the feeling I’m walking across… Continue Reading →
There are some people in my queue. I’m sitting at an official book-signing table, flanked by Derek the Weatherman and two pop-up banners, and I actually have my own queue. Unfortunately, the people in it think I am Derek’s PA… Continue Reading →
On Saturday I’ll be facing a very short queue. Actually, it might not be a queue at all as I doubt two people strictly constitute a queue. Come to think of it, there might not even be two people. I… Continue Reading →
I’m sitting in front of 40 or so people talking about old, bobbly pants. Speaking in public isn’t up there amongst my favourite things to do and the fact the subject is pants doesn’t spare my blushes. But at least… Continue Reading →
