Where a relationship with my kids and husband requires some thought, Coco just needs three simple things; food, strokes and long walks.
Being an adult is tough, and some days it can be lacking in joy. But you've helped us to rediscover the magic, the sense of wonderment than can be found in the simplest of things. Through your eyes, the world is a kaleidoscope of beauty.
Alcohol is toxic to your largest organ - your skin. The toxins make your skin less elastic and it is very ageing. Your liver will improve. It can handle small quantities, but excessive drinking causes it to get inflamed - which is what we call 'alcoholic hepatitis', a silent disease.
So it's that time of year again - 'tis the season of seemingly endless Christmas parties and get-togethers. Throughout December many of us will spend time with our family, friends and colleagues in pubs, restaurants and bars enjoying festive indulgences we wait all year for.
Maybe I need to forget about the artificial construct and endless to-do lists of 'the festive season' - constructed piece by piece to generate the best income of the year - and focus on the glimmers of light Christmas brings to dark months and bleak times.
The warm pubs, the parties, the bottle of wine before going to bed... they all translate to more alcohol, and more peril on our roads at Christmas. According to figures released under the Freedom of Information act in a piece of research commissioned by Jennings Motor Group there is generally a rise in drink-driving of around the festive period.
I've had almost twenty four years of being a parent, and with a large age difference between the oldest and youngest, roughly twenty one years of fibbing my head off about various matters. At this time of year of course, the culprit is Santa Claus or Father Christmas.
Christmas does indeed get the greater share of focus, and I have focused on it primarily due to my background, my grandfather was an Anglican Vicar and my primary school was Church of England, so I can't help but associate this period with the Christian church which is my own failing.
As parents, we owe it to our children to show elderly people that we care. One day, we too will be old and who knows if we will be lucky enough to still have family and friends around us? We will be extremely lucky if we do.
Our current education system both avoids and punishes failure, whilst the creative process actively encourages it. If you haven't failed, you haven't tried. Creativity is an opportunity to explore and learn, and children should not be afraid to fail or ask questions. Schools must carve time out for their pupils to express what they think and feel. To be creative without fear of being judged or rejected by a group of peers. It's incredibly important to facilitate exploration, curiosity, playfulness and imagination. Our ability to imagine things that do not exist is fundamentally what makes us human.
Feeding 300 people, plus 100 volunteers, three times a day for ten days, isn't a simple task. Food donations (some of surplus food) lined up the dance studio in the college where we were based. Lead chefs, a little like in the invention test on Masterchef, would make up the menu from the produce available.
Christmas is nearly here! Festive fun, presents, family and good food. Well that's the finished result anyway. What about all of the hard work before it gets to the fun part? Months of budgeting, shopping, wrapping, planning meals, organising family and remembering to move the elf on the shelf every night!
Sometimes it's difficult to find the right time, the place or the words to express how we feel about someone, but don't wait until it's too late. Maybe Christmas is the perfect opportunity! Heal that rift. Say it while you can and put the 'Happy' back into Christmas.
Last year, when my husband Rob died, I sacked off Christmas. I didn't buy any presents, I didn't give a fuck about the John Lewis advert and I left the country to spend it in India. And people, I loved Christmas. The lights in Oxford Circus. Pigs in blankets, mulled wine, all the cheesy jingles Spotify can muster into a playlist. It was a time when we spent it as a family with my sister and parents, and Rob would cook Christmas day dinner. We'd fight over Strictly and Doctor Who. Our dog Daisy would clamber over all the presents believing them to be hers. I couldn't imagine celebrating it again without feeling overwhelmed by the absence of him. But this year, we've decided to spend it again as a family.
Sadly, each year we receive complaints from parents who have been severely disappointed by the failure of the promise provided by the 'real' Father Christmas brochure. We have heard of holidaymakers experiencing a rushed 'day' trip, with little of what was promised or indeed having to deal with children's disappointment at not seeing Father Christmas, to serious injuries as a result of tobogganing or other activities!
If there is one group of creatures on earth who find Christmas dinner more stressful than all the turkeys out there do, it is people with eating disorders. Actually scrap that, when it comes to having an eating disorder it isn't simply Christmas dinner that is stressful, it is the entire build up over the festive season when suddenly it feels as if EVERYTHING is about food.