They say never work with children or animals but whoever ‘they’ are - they forgot to advise that if you do - don’t forget the anti-histamine and the encyclopedia.
Life can be messy, can’t it. You think you’ve got things sorted – the kids are all grown and off to uni, the husband’s business is doing well, you’re ready to go back to work – and then the sky falls in on you.
I’ve finally made the decision to give up my gym membership after the realisation that I have been paying for the thing for 10 years - an entire decade of my life.
You might think that solving a murder is a bit like cracking a code. As the investigation goes on, all the information comes in, but you can’t make sense of it without that one vital clue – the key to deciphering the code.
It’s been boiling hot hasn’t it? Muggy, close, even tropical on some days. So what do we do? We stay in and watch TV, that’s what. Especially as Unforgotten (ITV, Sundays, 9pm) is back on our screens.
On the very day that football said it wasn’t coming home after all, not now, not when there was still daylight left, BBC1 was screening what, on the surface, looked like one of those stiff upper-lipped, starched white crinolines period dramas – one of those where there’s a lot of talking about things that have happened, but you don’t actually see anything happening.
This week’s shooting at a Maryland newspaper, in which five journalists died, came just four days after I saw President Donald Trump say: “The media doesn’t tell the truth... It’s fake... They are the enemy of the people.”
You can often tell how old a person is by the comedy catchphrases they repeat. “Ooh you are awful... but I like you” people are 55-plus, while anyone telling you “computer says nooo...” is around 30.
For inanimate objects, statues have been at the centre of a lot of controversy recently, as The Battle for Britain’s Heroes (Channel 4, Tuesday, 9pm) highlighted. People have even died – in Charlottesville, West Virginia – in violence surrounding protests over statues of controversial figures.
My first ever job, which I approached with the same enthusiasm I maintained for the dentist and non-permed hair, was a newspaper round for a local freesheet.
