July 31 2015 Latest news:
The more I hear about the problems caused by the ageing population, the more worried I become – and not just because the time that I may need those services gets closer every day!
“My my at Waterloo Napoleon did surrender,” as Abba famously said though I’m not so sure they had the strongest command of the English language at the time.
On Sunday we went to our grandsons’ naming ceremony.
The doctor thinks maybe I should gently wean myself off Hormone Replacement Therapy, writes columnist Lynne Mortimer.
Am I losing it? Did I ever have it… if I did, where did I put it? writes Lynne Mortimer.
It is with enormous pleasure I announce I am to be the mother of the bride.
As she gently melts, Lynner Mortimer looks for ways to keep cool and survive the hot weather without getting bad-tempered
When George, aged two years and nine months, misbehaves and does not desist when asked, he is consigned to the thinking step, the bottom stair.
I’m sitting here with a bit belt of gin accompanied by a soupçon of slimline tonic... I earned it, writes columnist Lynne Mortimer.
In my new state of supreme fitness, having taken part in the Long March... okay, it was an eight-mile walk... okay it was eightish miles, a small hop across a rivulet should have been a doddle.