I am pretty sure I have told you that it wasn’t until my 50th year that I did something (nope, can’t remember what) that I didn’t need somebody else to tell me was good because I KNEW it was good and I was proud of it myself.  

I know that here in Scotland children have returned to the nursery/creche/school term but am also aware they haven’t elsewhere and I feel compelled to talk about it a little bit today.

I guess this is a little bit of a strange one, considering the one I posted about the start of a day and how it was, but of course there was a build-up, a particular set of circumstances that led to the events that occurred. 

When I was young I loved reading and would devour mostly any books I could find and would sometimes visit people to see if they had anything new that I could borrow and return to them. 

I was just watching another Chef’s Table on Netflix and I must admit, the more I watch it, the more fascinating it becomes. 

Today I have decided I want to talk to you about self-care.  Sometimes it can be hard to understand that what you want to do isn’t ACTUALLY selfish.

Well, I am grateful for alarms that tell us we could be in danger.  And the fact that the thing actually went off.  Although it can be stressful when something like this happens.

You know I spoke to you a while back about what I THOUGHT was my new found love of etching.

Have you ever thought that something you did or thought about doing or something you managed to live through wasn’t worth anything? 

Coming up to Easter, as you know, is a very precious time for Christians.  Established at what is now called “The Last Supper” before Christ’s death and resurrection.

As you probably know if you read what I write regularly, I have been in hospital for nine weeks and wasn’t writing regularly.