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No. 24: June 2007
‘Times when tomorrow never comes.’
“There is a moral to my column this week. ‘Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today.’ Believe me, I learned the hard way. No doubt this will make you smile but I was brought down to earth with a bump, literally, and all because I had put off one, seemingly uncomplicated task. For weeks, in fact months, I had been living with a dodgy toilet seat...”
off until tomorrow what you can do today.’ Believe me, I learned the
No. 91: December 2009
‘Festive high jinks thanks to my tiny visitor.’
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“‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse...” Oh, yes there was! Whether there was no room at the inn that night, but a dear little mouse chose to pay me a visit just as I was on the phone to my friend late on Christmas Eve. There we were, merrily talking about the day ahead when I shrieked, ‘There’s a mouse!!’ It shot passed me and peered at me from behind my sofa...., ‘Trap it,’ my friend was shouting, ‘squash it’. All very well for her, I was only inches away from it as it scuttled past me again...”
(The little mouse proved to be a baby rat, confirmed by the Pest Control people after the ‘little darling’ refused to go, yet was eating all the food in the traps they had put down and coming alive at nights, whilst I was securely locked in my bedroom, praying I wouldn’t have to get up. In two minutes of being told it was a rat, my bags were packed, and I went to stay with Marilyn for a few days until the saga was over!)
No. 242: November 2015
‘Lord Grantham will be missed on Sunday evenings.’
“Dear readers, I am in mourning, and I am afraid it will get worse after Christmas Day. Sunday evening viewing on the television will never be the same. Yes, you’ve guessed why I should be feeling as I am. The wonderful series of Downton Abbey is ending and my hero, Lord Grantham (Hugh Bonneville) will no longer be lighting up my life...“
One of our popular fundraising events was Tandem skydiving. Stephanie, and later, another reporter, bravely did one for us with a number of employees from a company in Wellingborough called Tingdene Homes – a company that was to support us for many years to follow. At our first sponsored skydive, after Stephanie’s, I did it, along with a large group that included Dr Matthews, Jan, my chemotherapy nurse and another nurse who had looked after me. We were never short of willing people to do this and I asked everyone I saw if they would consider doing something that was a once in a lifetime experience. I asked Jeremy and through my column, asked the public if they thought he should do it. Under pressure, Jeremy agreed. But he, too went to the public by submitting a few columns himself under the heading: “What a Crazy Idea!” – writing of his fears in the hope his GP would deem him too unfit to throw himself out of plane.
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