Ain’t No Client High Enough

Thank you to all of you who have overwhelmed me with kind words, love and messages of support after my last post. I am grateful to each and every one of you even if I haven’t replied substantively (or at all).

Familiar Faces, Worn Out Places

My reunion with Mr H is on Tuesday. Continue reading “Ain’t No Client High Enough”


Sub-Prime Sponge Crisis

(This is not a tale of another baking disaster.*)

I mentioned way, way back many centuries ago** that a friend nicknamed me Rainman as I automatically noticed patterns, absorbed information and remembered almost everything Continue reading “Sub-Prime Sponge Crisis”

Waiting for Buses

It had been a month since the last medical appointment for our household. Four have come along in a week, with another one scheduled next week. I’m not sure there’s a mathematical explanation as to why medical appointments come in fives?* Continue reading “Waiting for Buses”

Backwards And In High Heels*

As I mentioned in a recent post, my parents have been undertaking a massive clear out. Last week I discovered that my Dad had kept all of my schoolwork (and Graeme’s) from our infant and junior schools (Reception to Year 6 in modern parlance). I came across something from Elm Tree Infants School when I was six. Continue reading “Backwards And In High Heels*”

Swing Low, Sleep Lariat

A Jowell Jewel

Last year, Tessa Jowell was diagnosed with the same type of brain tumour that Graeme had. This week, as some of you will have seen, heard and/or read about, she gave an interview on BBC Radio 4 and made a speech in the House of Lords, which triggered a rare standing ovation. She has finished the treatments available in the UK and was calling for an increase in access to experimental cancer treatments. Here’s the best explanation that I’ve found for what she’s advocating. Continue reading “Swing Low, Sleep Lariat”

Wait Watchers

It’s been six days since my last confession, I mean post. I have a foot-led meizure* and a few head-led almost-seizures to report. That seems like a bargain basement price to pay for the amount of effort, energy and excitement of our trip to Paris and my involvement (and cake-making failures!) for Jennifer’s birthday and party. Continue reading “Wait Watchers”