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We examine the prospects of a break abroad – and the psychological impact of yet another cancellation

Diary of A Modern Gran | Granny Flies a Kite By It’s nearly Christmas. The doorbell rings. Not once but three times. It’s either the Amazon man or George (3) and Millie (5) . It’s a ritual that they each rush to our front door to see who can get there first. That’s why one of my first jobs of the morning is to spray it with disinfectant before I do the door handles and staircase! This time last year, I wouldn’t have done this on a daily basis but times have changed…. “Can we decorate the Christmas tree now? Please,” pleads Rose.

Diary of A Modern Gran | Granny Builds Up To Christmas By It starts last week. We’re all ready to put up the Christmas tree!  I’ve dug out the box of decorations from under the stairs. I’ve carefully unwrapped the Christmas fairy which my Godmother had given our mother sixty years ago.  She has a beautiful silk dress and had been made by one of my Godmother’s patients who had been blind. “The children are coming round to help us decorate,” I tell my husband excitedly. And then we get the phone call. “Mum,” says my daughter. “Rose’s school has just emailed. Someone in he...

My Weekly Special Cover star Charlotte Hawkins, the Good Morning Britain presenter, reveals her favourite Christmas memories Luxury loungewear for cosy days in Enjoy our nostalgic look back at Christmas in the good old days Famous letter writers from our past Campaign of the month: The women who are transforming lives with their compassion Transform your hands and enjoy the power of touch in our beauty round-up Home trends to look out for with Dilly Orme Party treat recipes to take you from now to the New Year! How to be healthy at 50+ with Dr Philippa – this month she’s talking vaccines,...

“Don’t worry,” says my daughter. “It’s all right but…” Don’t you just hate it when they start the sentence like that? You know there is something to worry about and sure enough, there was. The four of them had gone out for a lovely family walk through some local woods. George was running about a foot in front (I’m not a metric girl) and tripped. As he did so, he sliced his little right ear lobe against a low wooden bench that he was running past. The result? It’s virtually hanging off. The ear lobe, that is. Not the bench.