I absolutely love my stepchildren but they had a tough childhood, as anyone who reads Things In Every Room by their half-sister Helen Longstreth will discover.
Sleep has abandoned me. I conk out instantly I hit the pillow only to wake around 3am, unable to sleep again before the advent of the dawn chorus. A good night will be five hours of shut-eye.
I've realised how difficult it is to respond to someone who is immersed in grief. Our emotions are either so raw or stunned in the immediate aftermath of death that our reactions are unpredictable.
No surprises from the latest fat jab survey: it reveals that the majority of weight-loss drugs are being bought by middle-class women aged between 30-49.
Gordon Ramsay has let slip that he 'stole' his wife Tana from a friend when they met back in the early Nineties. In the big scheme of things, this doesn't shock me at all.
I was moaning to a friend about a mouse I'd discovered running around the kitchen. He had little sympathy. 'At least you don't have glis glis,' was his dismissive response.
In the post she is wearing steel-rimmed specs, her neck and décolletage are mottled and her cropped hair is silver. She looks her 68 years and the comments the post triggered are brutal.
If my own experience is anything to go by, the cold snap will be leaving more than increased heating bills in its wake. There is nothing like disagreeing over the cold to cause ruptures in a relation…