Hair Today…Gone With Chemo

Hair Today…Gone With Chemo

It will grow back. It’s just hair. It means it’s working. You might not lose it all. When you find out you’re probably, almost definitely, going to lose your hair from chemotherapy, these are the things you’re likely to hear. And they’re all true. Yes, it...

The San Sebastián Tapas Challenge

What is your earliest memory? Mine is a Pie and Mash shop. A proper old fashioned East End one, with tiled walls, communal tables, wooden benches and big plastic bottles of vinegar, with or without chilli. Steam rising from vats of lumpy mash and the smell of slightly...

Snowdon, Sandwiches and a Soggy Sock

‘We can’t go on’ I shout, the wind buffeting my oversize pac-a-parka, whipping the hood toggles against the side of my damp face. ‘We have to go back, he said make sensible decisions remember?’ The he I am referring to is the parking warden we met earlier, warning us...

Walking Back to Happiness

I am done. I am wet and cold and thoroughly pissed off. It is day 6 and we have now realised we have another 5km to walk, and I don’t want to. More than that, I refuse to. I’ll sit here all night if I have to, that’s how angry I am. You see, we have already walked...

I feel a tit…

It all started innocently enough. A shower at the end of a long night flight back from Cape Town. I wasn’t even looking for anything. I’d seen the adverts, read the stories, even had an Aunty that had been through it all herself, but I have to be honest, I did not...