August 5 2015 Latest news:
At the risk of falling headfirst into the nostalgia pit, I have been remembering the angst of waiting for exam results. First there were O levels (ask your grandparents) and then, two years later in 1973, came A levels but not as we know them today.
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.