I am having a week of catching up with friends whom in some cases I have not seen since Paw died, and while it is reassuring (or flattering) to hear they think I am “getting there” I am less clear than ever where there is.
Many of you are bereaved partners, parents and children - are you “getting there”
Or if you have “got there” How did you know when you had?
Is there such a place as “there” or is it a journey with no discernible destination?
Parkin/Gingerbread recipe please!
Well Labour’s “patriotism” didn’t last very long, did it? 🇬🇧
Heated Brush recommendation,please.
Last weekend, in Rutland, the first statue in Britain of the late Elizabeth II was unveiled.