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Exactly one year ago today my mother-in-law died alone in a stark hospital room near our home, after fighting hard for three months against an unknown, unnamed enemy. Nobody could tell us exactly what disease she was suffering from, but … Continue reading
Why on earth did I end up doing this job? I have no recollection whatsoever of applying for it, being interviewed, negotiations taking place, a contract being signed, or a big monthly salary being transferred to my bank account every … Continue reading
What exactly is this? A newly discovered planet? Cookery channel? Perfume with a yellow tinge? Justin Bieber’s latest album with an Indian sitar playing in the background? Asterix’s new dog? None of them (as far as I know anyway). It … Continue reading
“Can we say one last goodbye? Just the four of us, please.” The plea came from so deep within his heart that of course we would never have refused him this one small act of homage. He deserved this and … Continue reading
Planes fascinate me and scare the hell out of me at the same time. I mean, honestly, who had the crazy idea of sending a ton of steel into the sky and praying that it would stay up there until … Continue reading
WTH? (Hell – way more polite than its friend F). This is not some Scottish regional dialect. This sentence was my childood chant. One that, aged fifty (fifty-one, stop reminding me), I’d like to bring back into use. I chanted … Continue reading
Every woman deserves to be a little sister. Little sisters have all the fun. When you’re a little sister you never have to fondly recall the days when your parents were there for you and you alone. You never have … Continue reading
In the Younubogue Family can I have the daughter please? Oh, that’s me. And the sister? Me too. Wife? Mother? Aunt? Each card seems to bear a little picture of me. That must be because I play all these roles … Continue reading
Hubby, for his role as the Good Son in “My Father is a Flipping Moron”. Although he has played this role his whole life it is only now, after the death of his mother, that Hubby has really gained a … Continue reading