What's in a name?

My name is Gillian, though I'm known as Gilly and hardly anyone calls me by my full name, mainly my children when they consider I've been naughty! My dad is called Ian. In almost 54 years of life I hadn't realised that my dad's name was in my name, Gill - Ian! I mean at school for all those years I would have written Gillian Kerr everyday, although my dad was just called dad then. I can't believe I've just noticed this coincidence. Though is it? I need to ask my parents. Was it deliberate? Did they know? When did they realise? Dad? Or should I call you Ian? Was it planned?

My mental health is not so good. I'm grieving for Libby still, so much. This is normal they tell me. I'm so sad, but I think maybe depressed. You can't compartmentalise things in your life. Put one thing in a box and label it grief. Then something else in another box labelled weight. My distress and horror at my current size. There might also be one for worry - my son finishes his masters soon and needs to plan his next step. All these things sit together in a box called my head. And whilst there is so much to make me happy and proud and smile, depression just doesn't work that way. 

I watched my favourite film 'The Notebook' the other day. I first time I watched it - about 20 years ago - Mark pulled up at home just as it was finishing. He found me in the living room ironing and sobbing. "I...I...jus...just...w..w.. watched...a.. really...s..s..sad..movieeeee!" On Saturday it was only 5 minutes in, and nothing had actually happened but I was already crying because I knew what was coming! Such a good film! 

My black grapes and my blueberries are exactly the same colour. So which one is lying then?

This week's photo is my new picture. My mum gave me some of my grandma's jewellery (costume I hope). I just love it! 

I googled my symptoms, turns out I just need my hair done.