Well I had a rubbish week for two reasons. One, I had the back window of my car smashed in by thieves who then got into my boot and took a loved Mulberry holdall. Nothing in it of immediate use to them like money, laptop, iPad or phone – just personal stuff like make-up, hairdryer, brushes, notebook and a jacket. In fact the damage to fix the vandalism was more costly than the haul.

I was listening to one of my favourite breakfast shows, Chris Evans on Virgin, and the big discussion was Britain Bouncing Back. It’s a phrase I’ve been hearing a lot.

I wanted to have a quick chat about your book of life… We all have one. It’s your very own imaginary scrap book lodged in your head, into which you paste everything that’s happened in your life, good and bad. Then every so often for no apparent reason you go through it. It’s a little trip down memory lane, but here is where the problem lies.

My two favourite months are May and September. They are beautifully positioned in the calendar just 4 months apart but both in their own way celebrating change. To me they are more important than Christmas and New Year as you’re not encumbered by all the seasonal hullabaloo and you can focus your mind with greater clarity.

As I write I am wound up like the end of a mop just before you do the last wipe of the kitchen floor – although even that isn’t tight enough! I know phones get stolen every day.

How’s your week been? Mine’s been good. Mark and I celebrated our first year anniversary – which seems crazy, how can a year flash by so quickly? But they do, good ones and thankfully bad ones.

Do you ever find a photograph that pings back to you a host of wonderful memories? These come as you idly thumb through albums or via the modern way of Facebook Memories.

Let’s be honest, it’s human nature to judge. We might be too polite to say anything but we all do it, especially when we meet up with others. Women are the worst, or it could be argued, the best…

Let the sun shine in is this week’s theme… I have made my mind up this year to embrace a “Staycation” or as they say in Stoke where I hail from, I’m going to Our-Gate…

Well, it’s finally arrived! I honestly didn’t flinch over my 40th birthday, nor my 50th – but 60? Ouch! You can call 60 the new 50, but sorry it’s 60 and that’s the end of it! So how do we burst through, taking it in our stride?

Silly question under normal circumstances, but I can’t be the only one suffering from “Lockdown Day Disorder”. As I write I was utterly convinced yesterday was Friday.

Can I start by sharing a promise I’ve made to myself this week?

It’s this; I will never again walk past a supermarket food bank donation bin without putting something in.

So much to update everyone on it’s been very busy with lots of exciting updates for you and some that I will be able to share with you very shortly.

Suddenly become addicted to Yahoo’s News Digest, kept me entertained from Manchester to Newcastle.

The First film I remember seeing was The Sound of Music in 1965, my Mum took me along and I was transfixed. Later in 1976 aged 16 (going on 17) I played the part of Liesl Von Trapp in a rather large amateur stage production of the show.

These are my lovely metal pigs.

What a lovely surprise that was. Everything looks so beautiful in the snow. I am obsessed with taking pictures in the snow, in fact I love the seasons and however much I dream of living permanently in the sunshine, I know I would miss our ever changing seasons.