Am perfectly prepared to admit I might be considered geographically challenged. In fact, probably true to say half the time don’t know who I am, let alone where I am.  So felt it was a huge step forward when I took up with a Tom Tom at Christmas (am going to avoid the urge to write Christmas twice). Like all relationships it’s had its ups

OK, here’s the situation – I’ve finally given in and thrown myself on to Twitter. Can however see potential potholes and problems lurking. Am in fact not totally convinced this is an arena into which someone veering towards the OCD end of the scale like my good self, should be. Indeed, was alarmed to find myself, logging on at 6.30 a.m. this morning and plunging

Monday, Funday! Some days run like oiled clockwork. Others don’t. This week hasn’t started well. Probably my fault because cheesed off by wedding attended yesterday. Seated next to a chap I knew to be a partner in a marketing agency, interesting, I thought, lots in common. By the time we were halfway through the meal, (Trout. Bony. Problematical in a social setting) I knew about