I realised today that I was in danger of missing my favourite month of the year; May for me is like Christmas - I cannot wait for it to arri...

The first day of a shiny New Year seems as good a time as any to crank this old blog back to some kind of wheezing life. The Old Year was a ...

  It’s been nine years since Andy died and while I try to avoid public wallowing, this year it has been particularly difficult. I’ve made my...

Since losing Andy seven years ago, I find that the New Year doesn't really start until after th...

    Yesterday we made a pilgrimage to see Andy's tree. Brian-next-door kindly drove us over, as i...

Three year ago, my darling Andy passed out of my life and out of so many others. Always missed, always loved, never forgotten. Wherever ...

  I've made very few of my own personal creations this year; partly because I am still struggling to recover my creativity after ...

  It's taken me a long time to get my lovely push bike (Marjorie) out and about. The day Andy surprised me with her was one of the...