April 1 2015 Latest news:
Now I am bi-gran... or maybe not. It makes me sound like a new breakfast cereal that’s good for you but tastes like shredded cardboard.
I promised myself I wouldn’t become a baby bore. I have reneged on that promise.
The reckoning is ahead.
It’s that time of year when the only thing that seems appealing is a warm blanket and a snuggle on the sofa.
East Anglia is unquestionably the friendliest, loveliest place on earth.