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A couple of weeks ago, I pulled on my best jeans, dug out my posh earrings and toddled over the road for a bit of a do to celebrate the Golden Wedding anniversary of two of our neighbours. It was a lovely evening filled with laughter, balloons and delicious cake, a mix of four generations of […]
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To be published by Blink Reality/Blink Publishing on the 8th October, 2015. On 27th February 2011, a few days into a much-needed holiday in Barbados, writer Helen Bailey’s husband JS went for a swim in unexpectedly strong currents. But less than an hour later Helen found herself kneeling on the beach, watching helplessly as paramedics […]
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I was all fired up to write about how the non-widowed view any new romantic relationships we widowed folk make, when I remembered something else I wanted to share with you, so you’ll have to wait a bit longer for my soapbox rant about how dating after death doesn’t make everything fine and dandy, because if it […]
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I am so glad I have found your website. I lost my husband 8 months ago to cancer in less than year after being diagnosed on my 43th birthday. As difficult as it is for you to share all of your feelings and thoughts, I’m very glad you do. This is the first website I […]
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I’d like to speak to the non-widowed for a moment if I may, but you, part of my widowed tribe, might like to stand beside me or behind me or wherever you feel most comfortable and add your own pithy comments. The thing is, there are a great many misconceptions about what happens when you […]
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In 1982, Ponteland High School in Northumberland didn’t produce a leavers’ yearbook, a record of your last year at school including photos of each of your classmates, highlights of your time at school and what your peers thought of you: Most Likely To: Run for President; Have ten children; Go to jail and so on. My chosen recollection of […]
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Those of you of a certain age might remember ‘The President’s Brain Is Missing’, a series of Spitting Image sketches featuring US President Ronald Reagan’s brain, an organ that  lived in a jar, but which kept escaping to go on madcap adventures. If you’re too young to remember Spitting Image, what can I say other than I’m sorry for […]
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I’m at that difficult stage of writing a book where I’m absolutely sick and tired of reading my own words. It always happens at some point; the sparkling prose that gushed from the tips of my fingers now looks constipated. Disheartened, I start doing the grammatical hokey-cokey: You put your right comma in; your right comma out; in, out, in, out; move […]
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