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The Invisible Woman

A few years ago, I lost myself. No, not down the back of the sofa or anything – I just seemed to forget what it was to be me. Having...

It’s an old adage but the further I advance in years, the more poignant it becomes. I wouldn’t say I envy young people because I had my...

Here in England, the season of summer is a short and wondrous thing. I do not exaggerate when I say that our former few summers have...

I have a bit of a ‘thing’ about accents. I don’t mean to blow my own trumpet (but I’m going to), but I’m a dab-hand at accents. I guess I...

Well, dear readers, if you’ve tuned in today for a bit of a laugh, you’re going to be a tad disappointed. I realise blogs these days are...

Of all the things I could have inherited from my father (and let’s be honest, he didn’t have terribly many positive attributes to offer),...

I may have hinted before in an earlier post about my unhealthy relationship with food. First of all, I must stress I am within my body...

I’m a voracious reader. I’ve been reading books every single night before bed for years and years. If you’re reading this blog, I expect...

Let’s face it, some people in this world are born gifted; be it academically successful, top of their field due to their sporting prowess...

Unbeknown to her, Ruth’s pupils dilate. The threadbare reclining chair in her field of vision unseen as her mind reels off painful images...