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Breakfast chat this Halloween morning.
Tess: Mum, do you have a secret boyfriend?
I think I do. He presents the weather and he is gay. Why let that get in the way? It's the twinkle in his eyes when he talks about warm fronts and blocking highs. Gotta love Tomasz Shafenaker. Well, I do anyway.
We were at a memorial service this week for Carey Lander from Camera Obscura and it was sad and moving in equal measure. There really was so much love for her. Her fundraising for Sarcoma UK was brave and amazing too.
I'm only having time to blog to you, this slow Saturday, as my wee girl, Tess, is lying on the sofa with an acute tummy bug. When your child is ill, you feel as if everything is suspended and very little else can be 'got on' with. It's like a vigil, half boring, half reverent.
I met a friend recently and she was commenting on how she was irked at having to change energy suppliers and she said, 'I shouldn't moan because, of course we live in a relative paradise...' and I know exactly what she means. Life is full of the best of times and the worst of times - sometimes anyway. The sheer spectrum and scale of it all - the very randomness - never ceases to amaze.
