When did the world turn upside down?
I tell you, the world has gone mad… M.A.D. I haven’t done a blog for a couple of weeks, my absence due to yet another family crisis and writing The Nanny. I become absolutely submerged in the story I am writing. I should change my occupation to ‘crisis management consultant’ or ‘fire fighter’, that’s how I feel sometimes. It’s blooming hard work bringing up two boys, writing, running a home, managing Meniere’s, all single-handedly. It’s made even harder by the people who barely begin to understand all of it but claim to be expert analysts of my life! Why do some people get so angry at someone not singing the national anthem or wearing the right colour poppy yet ignore children in poverty, the homeless on the streets, disabled people cruelly losing their life as a direct result of cuts and human beings dying fleeing from war? Really? Explain it to me because I do NOT understand the warped sense of loyalty to tradition yet not to the human race. I imagine every write...