When I was young, my family was very poor. Our home was very modest - one bedroom (my parents); one sitting room-cum-bedroom (my siblings and mine); a...
Working out how we all relate to each other as a family is just one more difficulty in the mountain of change that occurs when someone dies. I know that we will get there and I'm really glad we're close enough to work through these things together.
The rows of cards all about Dads made him smile and reminded him of Roger, but when I said to him why they were all there he fell silent and look tearful. 'What are we going to do if we haven't got a dad?' he asked me. 'I don't know love' is all I could say, wondering what on earth we would do when the day came around.
The urgent need for a gift for my husband has found me in a pottery cafe, yet again, ruining perfectly good mugs with our children's painted footprints. The irony is not lost on the toddler, who notes that I am less enthused about her handprints when they adorn the TV screen, the folding doors and my white shorts.
Global elites have always had free movement and this is likely to remain unchanged by any new migration rules. However, in contrast to this, the message from government seems to be that those on low incomes, who are in transnational relationships, including British citizens, are living beyond their means.
Last week saw the UKs first infant mental health awareness week which sought to unpack the critical social currency of earliest relationships and why this matters for supporting good mental health outcomes for children.
'We should plant something on his grave, so he's still alive somehow,' he said as together we slowly covered Elvis' body with earth. And we shall. A scented rose, I think. Yes, Elvis was just a dog. A wonderful, wonderful dog and there will always be an Elvis-shaped hole in our hearts.
Deprived of the time, due to family and work commitments as well as logistics, to be of practical help to Chris and Jane, Charlotte's mum and dad, we struggled to think of what we could do to support them and their wider families. In the end we decided to do what came naturally; be creative, bossy and try to organise people.
We see our world changing around us. We are discombobulated when we are off line with more and more of our life spent 'in the cloud'. This is only going to increase as the Internet of Things means that we can control our physical world from a distance via apps.
Summer holiday season is upon us. Magazines are bursting with features on how to achieve the perfect bikini body, select the best beach read and pack a chic capsule wardrobe. But these fun, frivolous concerns seem like a distant memory to mothers with small children about to embark on a week in the sun.
We saw my Dad every day. He came to dinner with us each Sunday. If we were away we phoned daily. He spent Christmas with us. Came to birthday teas. Attended school plays. He engaged with our family. Laughed at the children's antics. Enjoyed our successes, commiserated when we failed.
As a bank holiday treat, my son and I headed out to find some nice food and stumbled upon Inamo, a Pan-Asian restaurant in Covent Garden. You order off a tablet placed on the table, giving you a really good idea of what's to come which encouraged us to try new things we might not have risked off a simple written menu.
I worked really hard at that law firm, along with everybody else, and just scheduling in normal holidays could be challenging enough. Just before I got married and started a family, I left my law firm and moved into the public sector. While working life there was slower and gentler, long periods working from home in Italy definitely weren't on the cards.
Teenagers are a strange breed. Creatures of habit, room dwellers, cupboard scavengers, door slamming mumblers. They like to sleep for copious amounts of time but also possess the ability to become nocturnal socialisers. They fridge forage and either avoid the bathroom at all costs or consume it for seemingly every waking minute... there is no in-between.
When someone announces a pregnancy, congratulations frequently come easily and naturally. On the other hand, an adoption announcement doesn't always get the same reaction. I speak from experience; my two children are adopted. My son came to us when he was 3.5 years, and our daughter came to us when she was 10 months.
If we want to fully realise yet another pledge in the Queen's Speech 'to work to bring communities together and strengthen society,' then as the party of Government we have an opportunity - and an urgent duty - to help families build strong and happy homes for the benefit of themselves, their children, and society as a whole.