As you may have noticed, I haven’t written much over the past few weeks.

I just haven’t had the dead space.

My car broke down the Friday we were supposed to drive my beautiful, if completely scatty, Aura Dora dog back from Spain and we were repatriated through military airspace to combat the volcanic ash cloud last Tuesday.

On top of that I have been put back on antibiotics as my head became swollen and my wound festered and I have now secured an appointment with my ENT consultant for the morning.

Instead of harbouring on aobut bad luck I decided to leave writing anything until I could be a little positive and today is my beautiful sister’s birthday and that makes me happy.

I am so grateful for the support of my family and my sister who is so talented has helped me and helped me over the past years.

Happy Birthday to my wonderful friend. I love you.

As I sit here with my son by side I realise that I am indeed a very blessed lady. I will not be swayed into anger and negativity, I shall ensure that I am true to myself by being loving and giving with sincerity and kindness.

It is so easy to be swayed by others animosity. Just this morning I was trying to cross a pedestrian crossing and I realised that about 70 % of drivers look away from you whilst braking! Do you realise that we put our trust in their ability to come to a complete stop without even looking at where they are going in order to avoid eye contact and perhaps some basic form of communication and acknoledgement of another human being.

I know I live in London and Londoners, either born or bred or capitalized, all have an understanding that acknowledgement of fellow man is almost confirmation of complete madness but I was very sad indeed.

I went out for this said walk in retaliation to slight animosity from my step-children’s family in the form of list of clothing that should be returned as they ‘always leave something behind’. I am sorry, but I found this rather offensive. So I refuted this offensiveness and went out to buy a peace offering only to be confronted by a maniac looking away from me hoping that I would be stupid enough to start crossing the road before he had come to a complete standstill.

I know that we often find a stray T-shirt or sock amongst the washing piles after a visit but is this not normal? I will not get het up – I will return all stray and random articles of clothing when found and I shall endeavour to be what I want to be – Happy and alive.

As we start our journey to return the children to their mother’s home, I pledge not to engage in any road rage, to enjoy the stark flatness that is Lincolnshire and rejoice in the fact that we have had a wonderful beginning to the New Year. All together. Stray socks and all xxx