I used to write about subjects such as buying art drunk and how to curate your Christmas tree. I now find myself wandering the streets of Hackney with my poodle crying thinking about writing this piece. I'm lost, confused and saddened by the world.
Read MoreAs I sit down to write this we are still uncertain of what the future holds. One of my dearest friends has lost her Dad and my ex-husband lost his best friend, a teacher aged only 52 years. Among the sadness, we find joy in the simple pleasures such as blue skies, birdsong and cleaning our homes.
Read MoreYesterday was Mothers Day and my boys have moved to their Dad's house mainly because he is a teacher and can home school. I will miss them dreadfully but right now as you are well aware it's about doing the right thing. Louis and Woody if you're listening, (probably not, definitely not, in my dreams...) I love you.
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