Omg I can't believe I didn't spot this in the Kate Middleton photo: shorturl.at/nENOY 😲😲😲

So. 5 weeks of rehearsal, 1 week of performances. All over tonight. What a journey. So tough and demanding in very many ways. Part-way through I felt I had made a big mistake. But here we are, done and (in its own small away) a triumph. I feel I have found a little piece of me.

Miriam Margolyes doesn't give two sh*ts about antisemitism accusations, she says it like it is, it looks like Hitler has won.

It's pretty & peaceful at my LH's grave today - here in a wild meadow. Birdsong, sunshine, lots of lush green, primroses, bluebells, wild garlic. It's as good as it can be. But don't like the nettles, they spread over summer & it suggests abandonment. How do I get rid naturally?

I was told today that I was an inspiration. I replied, "I'm not." I was dealt a card that I cannot change, so I must make the most of it or lose it. All I do now is raise awareness in honour of my daughter and her bravery. Charlotte has gone forever but glioblastoma hasn't.

Terrible picture but I seem to have a grey and white bee in my garden... never seen one of those before. You have to look hard to see it in the stones and twigs.

Or by a man.

Remembering today in order of their departures - my lovely dad (57), my glorious husband (57), my funny stepfather (91). I miss you all - most especially my husband, you really should still be here with me for another 25 years or so.

Catching an early evening train from Clitheroe to Manchester. The weather is glorious. The views through Ribble Valley are beautiful. And the train is full of happy tired looking walkers who must have had a fantastic day doing the Tolkien Trail today. Love Ribble Valley.

I am now in the 2 year anniversary countdown. This time in '22 we were on our hols cycling - brilliant. A few weeks later & I am a widow. Year 1 was unbearable shock & despair. Year 2 has piled on the everyday struggles & hardships - & so, so lonely. Can we turn the clock back?

Eldest's graduation today. MA. Very proud of her - for her degree, her resilience, her loveliness - but oh so sad to be here without her dad.

2 years. 24 months. 104 weeks. 730 days without you. Gosh, how we miss you. We are doing our best, but it is all so much less fun.

About to turn the light out on this 2 year milestone. Tonight this bed, this room, this house, even this life still feels like 'ours' - and that seems comforting right now. Thank you for sharing all your adult life with me. Xxx

RT if you want King Charles to be the last monarch of the UK. The Royal Family

The third Christmas without him. Gosh, it is still so hard. But I am trying my best to make it nice for us all. Take care everyone, let's raise a glass or two..xx

I stopped coming here several months ago. The 'politics' (if you can call it that) was making me anxious and wound up. I am alot better for it. I still pop in to check on how my #grief pals are doing tho. I felt like saying hi today. It seems we are all adapting bit by bit. Hugs.