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Welcome to my blog! I make a point of never missing a deadline, of planning every aspect of my busy and successful life and ensuring that I am never caught out by anything. Perhaps that is one of the reasons that I live such a gorgeously inspirational life. People often approach me (once they’ve got past my security – note to self, should I think about firing my bodyguard?) and say, “Ruth, how do you do it? You make it all look so easy.” Then they humbly request an autograph and a selfie. #soblessed #secretofmysuccess   OK. We’ve known each other a while now, so I hope and trust that rather than clicking your tongue in disgust and vowing never to read another word I write, you are chuckling at this ludicrous intro and looking forward to one of my trademark Funny Blogs.   It’s 12.36 on 12 th August. I am very, very busy indeed. I got back from holiday late on Monday evening, turned myself around on Tuesday and then went to Belgium for the day so my son could visit his girl...

My birthday falls in October and every year I think about what if it were my last and what I would do. Would it seem like much ado about nothing. Or would I take on the stance that there was no need to fuss.   W ould I shrug it off as an insignificant year in case anyone slept through it.  Stirring honey into my black tea, in the dining room, I contemplated timing and pondered over what to do with my upcoming special day. We humans get so many special days.  The first day of spring.  The last day of school. Christmas day and New Year’s Day. Sundays. Holidays and leap days and lazy summer days. Happy and sad days. Days we remember, days we waste, days we choose, or not, to forget. Any random day of these, we spend in random ways. Making coffee, making eggs. Making appointments, making lists. Making points, making excuses. Making time, compromises, sacrifices. Meanwhile, any random one of these, mayflies spend making love.   How different ...