On my 58th birthday, which is happening in a couple of weeks, I will begin a new documentary project.
It is going to be a countdown of sorts.
Twelve thousand days. Almost thirty-three years. That would take me to September 2059, just a couple of months short of my 91st birthday.
Will I live that long? I have absolutely no idea. None of us knows how much time we have left, and perhaps that's the point.
This is my neighbour's dog, Stanley.
He's a mad little pooch, and I love spending time with him. He visits most weekends for a rip around our garden.
Karta turned 21 today.
He is the love of my life. I love you, darling boy.
I was sad to learn about the passing of Rhona's Uncle Bill. The Canadian native was the brother of her mother, Anne. Here's a photo from our wedding day, featuring Rhona, her cousin Mark, her parents Anne & John, and Uncle Bill, all in fancy dress for our wedding, which took place on Halloween in 2004. Anne, Bill and John were all generous and loving people, and they are missed every day.