My Granny who lived into her nineties used to say 'you have to count your bessings'. Here goes: I live in one of the best cities in the world, right in the centre of it all in a nice flat. I have a husband that loves me. I have a reasonably well-paid job. I have some great friends. I'm learning new things.
So why on earth am I so dull and disatisfied?
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My Granny also used to ask people to put on their hobnail boots and give her a kick up the arse.