| Children of God book launch
30 July 10
Today was the launch of the Tutu bible. I was dreading it, and it started off really badly. The Master of Ceremonies began by saying, "a big welcome to Luke Stubbs, his wife Helen and their family".
I started to cry, and I couldn't go and hide in the toilets... |
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| still sick
29 July 10
I'd love to write something scintillating and clever, but I'm still sick, and my energy levels are zilch.
Tomorrow is the launch of the Tutu bible, which is dedicated to Luke. It's going to be a huge affair, and I am dreading it. I can feel him so near to... |
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| sick
25 July 10
I started to get sick last week, and for the first time in years have been laid low with flu. I have the immune system of an ox, usually, and at the first sign of an illness I go to sleep for a couple of hours and when I wake... |
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| Anniversary
20 July 10
It' a year ago that Luke died, today. People have been so kind - flowers and phonecalls and smses. The kids are a bit fragile and sad, but for me it's been far easier than I expected.
I think if Luke had died suddenly in a car accident I would... |
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| 16 days of activism - day 9
17 July 10
I went to another class this week - Low and Tone, I think it was called. It was in the studio, upstairs, and peopled by juicy teenage schoolgirls with little shorts and lovely legs and tight bums and tummies that have known no swelling spawn. And they seized the dumb... |
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| Wedding Anniversary
14 July 10
Today 26 years ago I got married. I miss Luke. I wish he was here with me - well and strong again.
This time a year ago he was about to die - I bought a silver and jade ring at an antique fair, and had it resized, and got... |
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| Infant Jesus of Prague
12 July 10
Had two days of Gym Lite last week - when I walked through the turnstile to register my presence, and after a little wander to admire the view, walked out again. It's very bad, I know, and I am a disgrace to the activista movement, but time is running out... |
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| The horror the horror
07 July 10
Guess what is emerging from a long slumber under the blankets of high carb high fat comfort food. Rage. Intense furious I wanna fuck you over rage against my siblings and parents. I just wanna moer them.
But I can't, so I'm moering the bay tree that needs to come... |
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| Oh the day of shock and reckoning
05 July 10
The day of reckoning has arrived. I have to apply for a new bond, which means I have to get life assurance, which means I have to pass a medical, which means if I don't want to pay through the nose because I'm in the danger zone I have to... |
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| Breakfast
02 July 10
My brother died in his sleep of a heart attack, aged 54. I'm 50 in two months time, and I'd like to live long enough to play with my grandchildren.
So the quest is on for the perfect breakfast, which sustains me, makes me feel good, is good for my... |
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