Hello, is it me you’re looking for?

This is what greeted callers to our landline when the answerphone switched on…………sung by me in a very bad Lionel Ritchie way so I thought it a good starting point for my first ever blog. Because of course, you are looking for me and here I am!

 I’m going to write about nothing in particular, whatever takes my fancy and hopefully floats your boat.  Random stuff from tales (tails?) about Bo the Dog (her of the anals) to Mahler’s 8^th with something for everyone and anyone to laugh at or mull over. Fun and laughter has been a big part of my life and I want to share some of the crazy things that have happened to me and mine. Look out for the ‘Angela’ story..………………It was a bleak winter’s night as we were crossing the moors, dark as a witches hovel and to make matters worse, a torrential rainstorm was thrashing down on our old Renault 5 when suddenly…………….

Sadly, there is just one story where there is absolutely no fun to be had but because I shall be writing about me and mine I feel I should start off with it. It’s been a tough year here at Turner Towers as the saddest, most heart-breaking thing ever has happened, my No1 Son Paul died last May.  I wrote a piece  The Guardian printed recently which you might like to read so here’s a link and a pic of Paul taken on my wedding day:-

  http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2013/jun/15/letter-to-no-1-son