Hello there, yes, still alive. Things are busy though and I have books to write. I'm determined to publish a bloody book this year if it's the last chuffing thing I do (and at this rate, it probably will be). As a result I am working on two at once, the dementia memoir the first of the two sequels to Too Good To Be True.

Hello there, yes, still alive. Things are busy though and I have books to write. I'm determined to publish a bloody book this year if it's the last chuffing thing I do (and at this rate, it probably will be). As a result I am working on two at once, the dementia memoir the first of the two sequels to Too Good To Be True.

It’s Mothering Sunday today, which is British Mother’s day, which is a church holiday, which is why Mother’s day is in May in every other English-speaking country. Mothering Sunday was originally the day when people went back to their ‘mother church’ or in other words, it was the one day a year posh people’s servants were allowed to go home and visit their families.

Last Monday was an interesting day. The kind of day that makes me wonder what the fuck is going on. Well, no, I mean, I end up thinking that most days—at the moment, I think that every time I watch the news for starters—but I digress, I am talking about on a personal level. Sometimes, though, I wonder if other people's lives are a bit less chaos-tastic.