So I'm back again to the eternal question, the one that has plagued me all my life: How Do Other People Do It? How come they were given life's rule book and I missed out? Where was I when God was dispensing capability and cop on? Looking at shoes, probably.

I've never made a secret of the fact that I'd have loved to have children.

Here's how it is: I feel guilty about every single bite of food that goes into my mouth.

I've been so showered in life, beyond my wildest dreams, such as having a loving partner I never thought I'd have.

It was only when the salt water of my tears ran into my cuts and made them sting that I discovered I was crying.

They say the path of true love never runs smooth. Well, Luke and my true love's path didn't run at all, it limped along in new boots that were chafing its heels. Blistered and cut, red and raw, every hopping, lopsided step, a little slice of agony.

The best anyone can do is breathe in, breathe out and wait for it to pass.