My two favourite months are May and September. They are beautifully positioned in the calendar just 4 months apart but both in their own way celebrating change. To me they are more important than Christmas and New Year as you’re not encumbered by all the seasonal hullabaloo and you can focus your mind with greater clarity.

As I write I am wound up like the end of a mop just before you do the last wipe of the kitchen floor – although even that isn’t tight enough! I know phones get stolen every day.

How’s your week been? Mine’s been good. Mark and I celebrated our first year anniversary – which seems crazy, how can a year flash by so quickly? But they do, good ones and thankfully bad ones.

Do you ever find a photograph that pings back to you a host of wonderful memories? These come as you idly thumb through albums or via the modern way of Facebook Memories.

Let’s be honest, it’s human nature to judge. We might be too polite to say anything but we all do it, especially when we meet up with others. Women are the worst, or it could be argued, the best…

I was late filing my column this week because I didn’t follow my own advice and the irony is it’s one of the things I wanted to talk to you about.

Every Thursday, Editor Stuart gives me a tinkle about what’s in the magazine and things I might like to talk to you about. This week after we’d gone through “Is it that time already… where has this week gone to…” he said the word “spatula” in reference to a popular giveaway fondly remembered that was attached to the magazine many years ago. Immediately it made me recall “My Spatula Moment” and here it is.

Let the sun shine in is this week’s theme… I have made my mind up this year to embrace a “Staycation” or as they say in Stoke where I hail from, I’m going to Our-Gate…

Well, it’s finally arrived! I honestly didn’t flinch over my 40th birthday, nor my 50th – but 60? Ouch! You can call 60 the new 50, but sorry it’s 60 and that’s the end of it! So how do we burst through, taking it in our stride?

Silly question under normal circumstances, but I can’t be the only one suffering from “Lockdown Day Disorder”. As I write I was utterly convinced yesterday was Friday.

In my house, I honestly don’t have another cupboard or draw to attack! Everything is clean – and I’m talking taking off the plastic trim round shower doors, removing scum with a nail brush clean! I only have a small outside space but it’s been loved and treated to the same care as an indoor room.

Can I start by sharing a promise I’ve made to myself this week?

It’s this; I will never again walk past a supermarket food bank donation bin without putting something in.