Sunday 19 August 2018

IT happened as soon as I hit 50. Then again a few days after my 52nd birthday…and sure as hell the day after I turned 54 (last week). The NHS bowel cancer screening jobby card. Except it’s not a card anymore, it’s a wee plastic thing. A good thing as...

Monday 16 April 2018

A 6.45am call from a courier with a delivery gets me out of bed… No bad thing, really, as Margaret’s gonna be in Glasgow all day today and the kitchen folks are coming around 9am to start ripping out our cranky old kitchen. After breakfast I tidy up some...