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Do you remember the little adage: I complained I had no shoes until I met a man with no feet? I had one of those moments the other day. I’ve been having a little debate with myself about the medication I’m on. Dr P says his aim is to keep me healthy for as...

When we were first married, and before the offspring arrived and used up our money, the Old Boy and I lashed out and bought the Agatha Christie collection. That’s right: all her stories gathered together in a delightful, hard-cover set. Not realising we were...

The circle of life has spun around and, once again, we find ourselves immersed in the “limplicks”. (That is what my children used to call this event. I’m just being careful. The thing is so heavily sponsored by big corporations that in some cases...

I’ve been wracking my brains as to what to write about this week. The Old Boy’s out hunting bargains at garage sales; his favourite thing to do on a Saturday morning. The Wonder Dog is curled up nearby, on top of the recliner, having a snooze: one of his...

I tootled off to the doc, yesterday, to get an anti-pneumonia jab. While I was there I happened to mention the arthritis in my wrist was giving me gip (actually, it’s driving me bonkers!) and asked if he had any suggestions. The usual stuff wasn’t helping...

I’ve been asked to speak at our public library in August, as part of their “meet the author” series. Of course my first question was: Why me? I’m not an author. I’m grateful to the librarian who invited me to speak in the Reading Room,...