Being Me

I have something to share with you. No, it's not cake, so you can put your hopeful face away ;) No, it's not biscuits. No, it's not cheesecake. No, it's not sherry trifle. No, it's not a bag of chips. It's NOT food. Honestly, does no one feed you lot? Keep thinking .... No, it's NOT a lottery win. More's the pity. No, it's not a wise thought. I mean, since when ....? No, what I have to share is a bit of recent news. As you know, I am a very modest, self-effacing individual, so I will say it quietly .... I am going to be a Proper Published Author!!  Yes, it's true. Someone has actually agreed to take something I've written and turn it into a Thing One Can Put on a Shelf. (After reading it, of course.) As you know, this will be my second book. The first one, 'Being Miss', I published myself on Kindle and in paperback. If you've read it, I hope you enjoyed it :) So, the details ab

Have you seen the recent TV programmes and news items about young children being taken into care homes to cheer up the residents? What a fabulous idea. I wish my gran had had the benefit of this before she died last year. She loved the regular visits of the therapy dogs - great slobbery Labradors she loved to stroke and pat. She'd have relished visits from singing toddlers. On the couple of occasions I took in my grandchildren to see her, she grinned from ear to ear, round her head, and back again.  I wrote a poem about it.  Care Most stretched afternoons we are sat (don’t judge my grammar erroneous because I mean someone sits us) in front of Flog It, Homes under the Hammer, and, particularly cruel for those of us with months, not years, Countdown. Tepid tea is served from a trolley forgotten in a corridor while Elsie Brown is rescued, trembling, from the lift. A woman with a headmistress bark speeds us through Bingo and crosswords as though afra