“Breaking up is never easy, I know…” Good old Abba – always ready with an apposite lyric, though in this case I suppose it should be “Letting go is never easy” as I say farewell to the garden I have m

I bagged myself a hubby from Santa’s grotto

I’M sitting at the window and Max is in the aisle seat. There is a spare seat between us, which is as well, as the air crackles with bad feeling. I don’t want to be flying. I’d prefer Christmas at hom

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I’d lost my hubby and the kids had lost their dad. But I knew what to do next…

It’s funny, isn’t it that, despite all the modernity around us, our life paths remain fairly old-fashioned: dating, settling down with someone, marriage, buying a home, kids, grandchildren then growin