It's A Plastic Surgeon You Need, Not

My Mum Died About Three Years Ago At The Age Of 101, And Just Towards The End, As She Began To Run Out Of Energy, She Did Actually Stop Trying To Tell Me What To Do Most Of The Time.

Once We've Made A Decision, We Are Efficient Only If We Go Through With It Decisively, Undistracted By Doubts About Its Correctness.

Too Many People Confuse Being Serious With Being Solemn.

When I Was A Child And I Was Upset About Something, My Mother Was Not Capable Of Containing That Emotion, Of Letting Me Be Upset But Reassuring Me, Of Just Being With Me In A Calming Way. She Always Got In A Flap, So I Not Only Had My Own Baby Panics, Fears And Terrors To Deal With, But I Had To Cope With Hers, Too. Eventually I Taught Myself To Remain Calm When I Was Panicked, In Order Not To Upset Her. In A Way, She Had Managed To Put Me In Charge Of Her. At 18 Months Old, I Was Doing The Parenting.

I Was Always A Sports Nut But I've Lost Interest Now In Whether One Bunch Of Mercenaries In North London Is Going To Beat Another Bunch Of Mercenaries From West London.