Before my unexpected trip to Planet Grief, I loved to cook. The merest sniff of a get together and I’d take Jamie, Nigella, Gary, Rick and Gordon to bed with me, along with a pile of fluorescent Post-it notes and start to plan the menu. The duvet flattened by hardbacks, I’d constantly interrupt my husband’s […]
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Hands up how many of you have surfed the Internet searching for something you shouldn’t and stumbled across something you wish you hadn’t? Count me in. I’m not talking about naked ladies posing suggestively with tropical fruit, or the time when needing a picture for a presentation I innocently typed nuts into Google Images and […]
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After a meeting in town, I find myself wandering along Marylebone High Street. JS and I once fantasised about moving there, until we realised we were hopelessly out of touch with the housing market and prices had shot up after Waitrose moved in. It’s now très fashionable with a wonderful mix of independent stores, nationwide […]
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Yesterday was my husband’s birthday. During one of my regular 2am trawls through an American bereavement site, and dismissing other ideas such as getting plastered on champagne, listening to James Taylor, crying my eyes out over photos or just staying in bed with The Hound and watching endless re-runs of Two and a Half Men, […]
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