Faithful readers of other rubbish I’ve written since Paul died will remember the struggle I had the first time I found myself having to travel…
When I got home from work today, I realised that I’ve not enjoyed a nice cuppa tea and a sit down after work since my…
At 36 years of age, I’ve finally attended my first girls’ weekend. And you know what? It was pretty fun! (Yay!) I was never invited…
Girls’ Weekend starts tomorrow. It’s bad enough that (despite the fact I’d blocked my schedule off from 3:00 pm onwards) that I have a 4:00…
I’ve finally read the first book in Ian Rankin’s Inspector Rebus series, Knots and Crosses. Paul had told me about the series when I was…
I re-entered the world of bad golfing last summer thinking that it would be a good way to vent frustration and anger stemmed from the…
I don’t know if it’s better to face things head-on or to find distractions, but personally, I prefer the latter in many cases; today being…
Weekends haven’t been the same since Paul died, but I’ve been determined to get back to spending them as normal as possible. Now that spring has…
I’ve just returned home after enjoying my first-ever spa day. It was pure heaven and I can’t believe that in my nearly 36 years of…