From Thursday, I was eagerly looking forward to Saturday’s Parkrun. It felt a little bit like Christmas Eve. I needed to get to bed early but couldn’t sleep properly, excited to be back…

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Hectic life week. In the garden — second flush on the standard rose, emotional Osteospermum, hidden Arabis, new planter after surgery, autumn Nandina and fragrant ‘Whisky Mac’. Six on Saturday.

Twenty-five years after 9/11, I find myself cycling with a former pupil on an extraordinary charity journey. Trump dominates the news, alongside renamed lakes, quirky airport discoveries and, thankfully, the joy of New Bike Day.

Wordless Wednesday — a moment captured without words.

Jane Fonda says woke just means you give a damn about other people. Once it meant alertness to injustice. Now it is often used as an insult. I reclaim it. Caring about equality and others is nothing to apologize for.

Six weeks after my gallbladder surgery, the Parkrun buzz is calling. A gentle return begins next Monday, with a walk-jog next weekend and determination to rebuild steadily.

A morning with my frail 91-year-old mam, music playing in my ears, became the unexpected starting point for a book about life, self-love, resilience and the importance of seizing the day.

Our life experiences are unique, and writing can help us make sense of them. This is an invitation to look within, reflect on the events that shape us, and perhaps begin writing your own story. After all, your life is worth recording.