Don’t get me wrong, I would love to not have MS. More than anything. I would love to be able to walk beside my family wherever they go, to move with grace, to wear nice shoes, to not have this imprisoning, wretched, sometimes terrifying disease. BUT yet again I’m discovering an amazing capacity for kindness…

I had a disastrous cake day on Saturday. The day was already busy, but I found myself baking two cakes and encountering failure both times.

My daughter and her dad left to walk round the lake yesterday and I had the choice of either sitting in the stuffy car or finding a seat outside with a view.

I know some people (my dad for instance) who never pass up a chance to laugh.

Would squash the toughest of peas. Let’s be clear: I’m not rooting for the princess here. Show a little heart for the poor legume!

I’ve been thinking about lost or disappearing people recently. Lost because illness or age are swallowing up who they once were, disappearing because few are noticing what is happening to them.

Sitting here watching my daughter in her ballet class, I’m reminded that even though I’ve lost grace myself, I can take delight in hers.

I don’t know why, call it the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon if you will, but I keep on seeing quotes about worry these days.

Choose contrast instead. Recently I’ve been getting so down every time I’m on Twitter. So many people are winning writing competitions or getting books published. It’s got to the point when I’m thinking seriously of following accountants or something. Anyone who I can’t compare myself to. I was at my kid’s sports day today and…

Saturday was a very sad day, as we said goodbye to our uncle John. He was the kindest man I have ever known, noticing and wanting to fix the things that other people wouldn’t.