2016

I've woken up to the last day of 2016 feeling sick as a dog, but otherwise unusually sweet and grateful.

2016 is just too darn easy to slag off so I thought I'd notice some good things that happened.

Jane got married to a really nice guy and the wedding was a hoot.

Ali and Johnny smashed their A levels and have just done a term at uni. Different unis, but close enough that they can keep an eye on each other.

I found out that some of the friends that said they love me actually DO LOVE ME. Like a proper person, not just an unusual ice-cream flavour.

My Mum and Dad looked after me and made me stews and organised my pills and urged me to do some things.

My Mum and Dad looked after my poorly dog Ted in his last few weeks. They bought him a giant bed and took him for walks and put up with him barking.

My brother wrote "love from" in his Christmas Card and  drove all the way from Portsmouth to supervise me for a bit.

The NHS decided to spend ££££££££ on the chance of giving me a few more months. I am actually humbled by that. It does not make business sense.

I met the Sue Ryder angels at the Duchess of Kent hospice. They scraped me off the floor, fed me up, sorted out the dire financial situation, gave me a glass of wine when I felt like it, made me face some deadlines and listened to me moaning on.

I survived.

Happy New Year.