From time to time, I find myself suggesting to youngsters…older people too as it happens. Not to wish their lives away.

Peeps looking towards days off, holidays, brighter days. The thing is, forward isn’t guaranteed, is it?

I need to practice what I preach. Currently, Patch  is outdoors, then indoors, and then he stands there not knowing which way to go.

It’s a third-world problem. An unusual heatwave in the UK and we’re beat.

Just now, I was wishing it was cooler. That we could have just one night of complete rest. How absurd! When millions across the globe would give anything to swap places with us.

I was lusting after autumn. But it will come in its own good time and it will be cold. Cold for a long time.

Clearly I need a word with myself. To remember the last words my mom said to me before she passed ‘ count your blessings,Love’.