It was twenty years this year since my mum passed away and I definitely still think about her and what she'd think about everything that's happened in that time. She was only 52, so she'd have been 72 this year. It does make me think about my health a lot, since it's not going to be that many years before I'll be the age she was when she died. Most of my health indicators are good, blood pressure is perfect, no sign of diabetes. I've got to lose some weight again, but I'm getting there now I'm back on Atkins. But cancer can get anyone, any time, even the fittest and richest people, so the rest of us are stuffed.

God, work. Since we got taken over at the start of this year, I hoped things would change, but they haven't really. There've been some superficial changes, but deep down, things are the same as they ever were. Every day that I'm in there I feel like starting to dig a tunnel out. I guess for now I just have to keep working hard on my writing and hope that maybe one day I can do that full time. Not many people can though. Oh and I am definitely building a nest egg. I don't get out much anyway with the writing! I'm building my savings account up nicely, to give me that financial backup should I ever take the big step of leaving the day job.