For seven months I've been taking the weight-loss drug Mounjaro. I've had no unpleasant side effects and have stopped hearing what's been described as 'food noise'.
I thought of Dad when I read that Health Secretary Wes Streeting has ordered an inquiry into what he has described as an unforgivable child hearing scandal.
I can't count the number of times over the many years we've been together that my husband has said: 'I think you love those dogs more than you love me.' I've never said: 'Of course, you're right.'
There is no doubt that Lucy Connolly did a very stupid, very offensive thing in the heat of her upset after Axel Rudakubana attacked girls at a dance class in Southport last July.
More than 30 years on, I acknowledge that, as Dolly Parton puts it in a new record dedicated to her husband who died earlier this month aged 82, 'I wouldn't have been here, if you hadn't been there.'
It's only by raising boys with love and mutual respect that we have any hope of redressing the balance between the sexes. We can achieve equality only if men are fully on board.
It's a long time ago, 20 years in fact, that I made the biggest mistake of my life. I was 54 years old with a demanding job; two sons, one of whom was still a teenager; and ailing, elderly parents.