I love New Year’s Eve. Not so much because of the festivity and partying, Christmas is where I really go to town. But because of the chance it gives me to reflect. It’s the time of year when many of us take stock of what has passed and what lies ahead.
As I look back on 2017, I can certainly say that it has been one of the most dramatic. My husband had a heart attack (and survived) at the age of 56, our house was burgled and all my jewellery was stolen and my hair started falling out. I also turned 50 and have put on a stone in weight.