I have realised of late that a lot of people have a vision of me that may not be exactly spot on so I have decided to do a little run through of my life. Also this may be handy for my family of the future to read when I am but a memory.
I was born in London in 1951 and this is what people looked like then though they were in colour in real life.
We were not very well off as you may have gathered by the wallpaper. Shabby chic didn't even exist then. I am the one with no elastic in her knickers the other, who has, is my elder sister Linda.
My parents were both communists but that did not necessarily make them bad people. They taught me to question.
I didn't follow in their footsteps however as I opened my first business, Dizzy's, in 1980 as a knitwear designer. They were proud even though it clashed with their beliefs.
People constantly say I look like Joanna Lumley and I have to admit I do even when getting off the toilet or is she getting on?
I used to live in this big house in the city
with massive rooms and a massive mortgage
I woke up and smelled the roses and jacked it all in
for this. We closed our ad agency, sold wheredidyoubuythat.com and moved to our weekend cottage in the Northumberland National Park. We spent the last year extending said cottage and living a totally new kind of life. I recommend this to anyone who is stressed and tired of city life.
We make our own entertainment here. This was May Day Bank Holiday Monday. We all played Street Bowls in the rain and wind. Have you ever tried bowling on a hill?
We smile in the face of adversity as long as we end up at the pub. This is Sarah, she's a school teacher and is always smiling even when she hasn't got a pint in her hand.
The winner Gavin shared his prize of Pink Champagne from the cup he also won. I just hope no one had Swine Flu.
We cooked and ate local produce from the barbeque and drank way too much, so much that yesterday was just a blur.
I only worry for 10 minutes at a time. Life's too short.
I don't understand people who get face lifts, botox etc. Laugh lines are part of my facial landscape, they are me and didn't come via a knife or an injection and I only like to fill my face with food not chemicals.
I am 57 and will be 58 in July and I LOVE IT. I feel at peace with myself and though life isn't perfect, and who's is, it's a lot more perfect than I ever expected it to be.
Oh yes I smoke and I think that as long as I do it in my own space, which is at the open stable door at the back of the cottage, then it is no one's business but mine and my lungs. It's not funny and it's not clever but there's worse things I could be doing, such as pretending there are weapons of mass distruction somewhere where I need to protect by business interests.
Harvey and I have 5 kids and 9 grand kids between us
and sometimes I feel as though there isn't enough of me to go around.
I create constantly - in my mind, in the car, on the loo and even in my sleep.
I have corners of creativity all over our cottage which every now and again I clear but not as often as I should. They can't shoot you for it though.
I am constantly turned on by nature's colours. They fuel my mind and turn into the most unlikely things.
I haven't got all the answers to all the questions there are in the world but I have an open mind and will always listen to the other side and then make a decision. These 3 brass letters sit next to my computer to remind me of that.
I am happy with getting older. As my father always said - 'everyone gets a turn, you've had yours if you got this far'. Makes a lot of sense to me.