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This may look like a blue cocktail - I know they exist though I've never partaken - but this is juice. Raspberry and lemon. No idea why it's blue as red and yellow make orange! But it's very weird. I didn't notice when I bought it but I find it a little disconcerting. However, it tastes nice. I just close my eyes.

Last Friday evening my eldest sister and BiL video called to wish my hubby a happy birthday. At the end of the call my sister told me she'd ring me Sunday as we needed to talk about the menopause! The way she said it reminded me of a parent forewarning that a conversation about the birds and the bees was due. A scary thought. Do parents nowadays still do this or do kids find everything out online? When I was a teenager I had 'human biology' - a couple of lessons, a few diagrams, the basics and definitely no putting condoms on bananas! I remember both my children getting 'sex education' at school. The diagrams included the clitoris! I was in my 20s before I found out about the clitoris! Kids even have their first romantic encounter over the phone, with boy and girl being in different houses (boy and boy or girl and girl works too). I was snogging behind the boiler room at school. Not romantic at all but at least we were getting some fresh air!

Kids have no idea what it was like to go out with someone in 'the olden days'. It wasn't all private and over mobile phones like now. A boy had to ring the home telephone which was in the hall. You'd run to answer it first but if you're dad got their first it was mortifying! After the call you just knew you'd get a 'so who's John then?' let the ground just swallow me up! It was embarrassing your mum asking you questions but so worse when it was dad. And oh my lord. Should be drive past when you were holding hands with a boy or the absolute worse - kissing! I remember this happened to me, and my dad asked me if I hadn't eaten my dinner. Dad! So embarrassing!! (He was called David btw).

A quick update - Libby is drinking massive amounts (water not alcohol) and peeing like a race horse. This is a symptom of her cancer but other than that still doing great. I've had a period, obviously brought on with my HRT. It's lasted forever, a world record (well, a record for Gilly). Still working on that weight loss. Not fab this week but BiL has had a bad week too (and he's not had a period - to my knowledge). I'm getting there, slowly.

People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing everyday! A.A. Milne