I love my life. Truly. And each day, even in difficult times, I acknowledge the blessings within it.
Few people can tell the tales I have told, nor wander the walk-boards I have walked.
I am unmarried, childless, ageing, wandering, and wisening.
Often people look at me with a certain trepidation when they realise how often I am alone, both at home and away. They share a worry or fear, of how lonely this must be, and how terrifying also.
Yet literally as I’m typing, James Blunt comes onto the airwaves and states “My life is brilliant”. And it is.