Lydia’s room

The thing I most fear in these covid-19 days is someone I love dying on their own, and not being Continue reading →

January lunches

I haven’t done full-blown New Year’s Resolutions for many years since I realised they caused more angst than they were Continue reading →

Growing back

I’ve watched Victoria Derbyshire’s big reveal a couple of times now, where she takes off her wig to show her Continue reading →

Step off the path you know

Last May I handed in my notice at work. It had taken me several months after my treatment had finished Continue reading →

Keeping watch

My Facebook feed this morning shows me a video of the Archbishop of Canterbury talking to Jeremy Vine about where Continue reading →

Moving on

For the last few weeks I’ve been trying to find a day when I could run to work again. I Continue reading →

Living hopefully

I had a conversation with a church leader just before Christmas. He asked if my surgery had been successful; was Continue reading →

Getting myself back

Joni Mitchell sang ‘don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone?’ I’ve Continue reading →