Tag: Kay Rayner

We all have to suffer loss in our lives and it is hard. I do not think we are ever really prepared for it.

I am sure most of us love and admire beautiful things. Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder but sometimes we need to stop, take a deep breath, and look around at all the gorgeous things there in this world for us to enjoy.

This morning my daughter Chantal reminded me of the funny little quirks my late mother had. I am sure I have plenty of odd traits as well and I can certainly be very 'blonde' at times.

Today I have been reflecting back to the 'golden days' of film. The glitz and glamour films, the big blockbusters - great epic films like 'Gone with the Wind', 'Doctor Zhivago' and such like. Those were the days of real entertainment.

With New Zealand Fashion Week in full swing last week, I started to think about all the weird and wonderful clothing I have worn over the years. I was born in the 40s so I have seen many changes in fashion, hairstyles and accessories.

He had free reign of the house, he was pampered, cuddled, and had his lovely black and white coat regularly brushed. He was doted on and lived the 'life of Riley'. When we went to get a cat from the RSPCA, Max chose us - not the other way around. He soon

With all the pressure in today's 'modern' world I think it is becoming more and more important to take time out and do something that helps relax us and make us happy - whether that be taking a walk, flying a kite or planning something special.

It seems to me that the art of good 'Customer Service' has completely left the building. What has happened to being polite and courteous? If you are treated well by salespeople you either leave a store feeling happy, or hang up the phone feeling satisfie

Most parents would agree that it is hard when our children grow up and leave the nest.

It's August already. My, the year seems to have flown by, or is it I am just getting older? Well yes, I am sadly. A lifetime seems so short. When you are young, you think that it is a long time but life has a habit of creeping up on you ever so fast.