A few months ago, the weight loss rate that started after my gastric sleeve operation, ground to a halt. My eating of sweet, fatty food had a directly negative effect on my self-esteem and I, as usual, blamed the whole thing on myself. I mean who else is there to blame? I stopped getting on the scales to look and see what my eating had done. I felt really low, feeling that I’d blown the dream I had of getting down to my comfortable, healthy size. Recently, my boy and I went to visit one of my...

In the lead up to the 25th anniversary, it has got me thinking. But not about the 18 years since I had my TBI on 11/9/2008. It has made me think much more than in previous years, of what happened in New York that day. I’ve been watching the documentaries that have been on the tv. One fact over the others has stayed with me. When the first plane hit, there were approximately 17,000 people in both of those towers. Nearly 3000 people died. So, 14,000 people carried on living their lives after...

On Saturday Jack came into the living room. J - What are we doing tomorrow mummy? Me - Well lad, we're going to drive to Edinburgh tomorrow. J - Why? Me - Well we're driving to the Gallery where I've had one of my paintings in a show. J - Which one? Me - Well remember the one that's facing you as you come down the stairs? J - The one where you're like really grumpy, why are they showing that one? Me - Well they picked that one so I sent it! J - Ah okay then. Nice to get such support from my...