At what stage in our evolvement did we start calling peach, pink and blue toilet paper Champagne, Blush and Sea Spray?  I think that this is a prime example of how we in the West have way too much free fucking time!

How inconsiderate of people to put nets up on their windows.  How else are we able to have a good nose and get inspiration for our interiors whilst out walking?  Let's be honest, the best treat is when windows are netless, it's dark out and the lights are on!

There will never be anything good to say about Alzheimers but there will never cease to be wonderful things to say about those who suffer it.

Why has it become ok to say that bigger women are what real women should look like?  You wanna see what real women look like?  Walk down any high street.  Some women are naturally very thin and some are naturally bigger.  They have one thing in common.  They are all real women.  I hoped that  by now, we would be entering a stage where we would be accepting of the fact that women come in all shapes and sizes but to imply that a woman who is naturally thin and has not starved herself to get there,  is not a real woman, is highly offensive and downright annoying.  Surely we don't want to replace bashing big women by bashing thin women?

Why is it that when people say 'don't take this the wrong way', you know that it is not going to be remotely possible to take it any other way?  Or when they say 'I'm not being funny but...', you know that they are being very bloody funny.

Why doesn't anyone look like Margaret Rutherford anymore?  There was a time when women reached a certain age, oh I don't know, maybe 40 and fully expected to spend the rest of her days looking matronly.  She didn't put herself under any pressure and neither did anyone else, to look hot, young or thin.  I wouldn't want to return to those days of being a woman but I do sometimes wonder if we lost certain things when we gained our needed freedom.

In 1964, when I was 2, my late mother gave birth to a baby girl who only lived for an hour.  She was taken from her and told nothing.  She went home and entered a world that ignored what had happened to her.  She never knew that her baby had been buried in a common grave but she had to bury her emotions and grief.  Decades later, when she was in the middle stages of Alzheimers, she would cry for the baby who she only got to hold for a few minutes before she was taken away.  I am grateful every day, that unlike my beautiful Mum, I live in a time, where I know whatever I may face in my life, my friends will be with me to laugh, talk, cry and listen.