IT is said that you never really grow up until you become a parent.
A number of years ago, while I was on maternity leave with my second child, a promoted post became vacant at my place of work.
SO now, the end is near, and 2018 faces its final curtain. Good riddance to bad rubbish as the saying goes.
By the time this is printed, I may well have been proved wrong, such is the lot of a columnist. But so far, this year’s I’m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here, is the perfect antidote to the madness that surrounds us.
It's that time of year again - and I don’t mean the post-Halloween rush to Christmas.
It’s not been a great few weeks for those of us with two X chromosomes.