I’ve always believed if you understand the bigger picture it takes away the fear and trepidation when faced with a tricky situation.

I’m a great believer in the power of three, so three incidents on the same theme mean I need to share them with you.

I’m writing to you on an exceedingly hot day with the only upside I’ve managed to turn around a record amount of washing due to the sun drying everything faster than I can pull my next load out.

“This is going to be a positive week” Say it out loud, then say it again, you have put your intention out there and all you have to do now is to turn it into one.

If you’re a glass half full person I’m assuming you had a great jubilee weekend soaking up all the positive vibes rocketing around the country, reminding us that wherever we live, we are one big island team and there’s nothing like a bit of flag-waving to bring that out in us

What a joy it is to read this week’s magazine dedicated to the Queens Platinum Jubilee. I’m normally late to the party when it comes to making plans but to be honest nearly everyone, I’ve spoken to has their day mapped out ranging from gluing themselves to the TV with a copy of the Radio Times, tea and cake to street parties awash with bubbles, barbeques and everything in-between.

Do you ever ask yourself, am I living in the right place? It’s a question I ask myself constantly which means there must be some uncertainty in my mind.

I always sit for a moment before writing to you having a quiet listen to my head.

This is the time of year to really check in on your mood. I can’t say this enough: Self-care isn’t selfish! You are not only doing yourself a favour but everyone around you who depends on your strength.

Good Morning – I’m saying that because I want you to know I’m writing to you from my tiny office at home and its coming up to 9am. I know ‘Working from Home’ to some is a new experience that came about because of the pandemic, and made possible in practical terms by technology.

How fabulous to be looking at Apps in My Weekly but is it just me, or does it seem like yesterday that that we used a mobile phone as a secondary form of contact only to be switched on when away from home should anyone need to urgently contact us.

February is coming to a close and if I point my nose into the air à la Moominmama (Love Tove Jansson’s books) I can sniff holiday thoughts flying through the air.

So this is it, 2022 New Year, New You (or just a little bit of editing and fine-tuning!) I am a constant life editor, tweaking and fiddling around with everything from my home to my wardrobe. I believe it is good for the soul as is keeping things clean and fresh. When everything is tidy and free from clutter we twinkle ‘reduce to radiate’

Let’s talk about Christmas Day. I love so much about the Christmas season and truly bust a gut getting as much right as humanly possible. I love the city lights, shop windows, the bustle, meeting up with friends, drinking mulled wine, decorating the house while listening to Christmas tunes

Well in line with our magazine I confess that this weekend outside of wearing my matching Pyjamas (last years New Year resolution to tidy up my home wear still going strong) I have spent waking hours in running around in gym wear while not actually doing anything that would remotely come under the heading ‘Exercise’.

Really on the countdown to Christmas now so hope you’re getting through your practical ‘To Do List’ and your emotional one? By this I mean all those people who you think about often, don’t see but always mean to get in touch with. Well, don’t be a teenager, pick up the phone. But why don’t we?

The internet shopping part of my Christmas is well underway, and I hope to have all gifts bought, delivered, and possibly wrapped by the end of November so I can enjoy all the twinkly nice bits that the festive season has to offer.

Well, the good news is Christmas is definitely happening it says so on my Calendar, Church Noticeboard, in My Weekly and when I popped into ‘Pets At Home’ they had a mountain of squeaky plastic brussel sprouts, Christmas puddings, turkeys and pigs in scarves, all waiting to be destroyed by eager pooches on the big day.

Well haven’t we been lucky with some crisp Autumn days I’m loving them and today after last week’s letter to you I’m going out to buy Gourds and play around arranging them.

All excited sitting down to write because I’ve just returned from the intoxicating atmosphere of Chelsea Flower Show. Over the last few weeks, I’ve watched The Royal Hospital Garden transformed from a park garden to an uplifting stunning Autumnal Showground. Covid has tested our British spirit to the core but handed some opportunities to test out new ideas.