So here it is, another Mothering Sunday. The second without Daisy. I was asked this week what I say when I am asked how many children I ha...

It's Daisy's birthday.  She would be a teenager today.  But now she will be forever twelve. I'm not sure how I feel.  If Daisy...

Christmas.  For Daisy this was the most important time of the year (closely followed by her birthday, and then everyone else's birthdays...

The long summer holiday.  Obviously I use the word "summer' in the loosest sense of the word as I have resorted to firing up the wo...

It catches you unawares, when you least expect it.  Those little things.  I'll be   in a shop and see a something that I know Daisy wo...