I’D love to tell you that my week has been full of interesting and fulfilling moments, but it hasn’t.

What it has been is pleasantly normal and, I’m glad to say, uneventful.

Funny thing how one’s outlook slowly, but surely, starts to change; not so very long ago the thought of a week ahead without some event or task, would have set me off thinking what am I doing wrong, now I think great!

Nothing to do, a whole week to myself. Of course, I’m lying!

I don’t want even part of a week to myself, I’m too gregarious for that. I like people.

One of the worst things I think that could happen to me, would be if I committed some awful deed and that I was sentenced to a life of solitary confinement, or I had to live alone on a desert island.

Now that indeed would be a punishment.

I suppose it’s because I love to talk. My dad used to say I would talk to the cat if it would answer me back — and that’s the clue, I don’t just want to talk to someone, I want to converse and to chat with someone.

I have to confess that ‘Baby’ my little dog and I do have rather long conversations along the lines of ‘who’s a little luv then’ and ‘who is Mummy’s little pet’ and ‘is it din-din time then’ and while these conversations are going on, the men folk in the house look at me and sadly shake their heads.

So I have to face the fact they just don’t understand.

  • Blackburn council, in fact, all of us, but mainly those in charge, should be wracking our brains as to what we can do to make Blackburn more attractive.

Our old open air market didn’t just rely on locals, but brought people into our town from all over Lancashire and this would make the shops and property more tempting, more valuable.

Now it’s gone and, until we find new things to welcome people to town, we are set to be another of Lancashire’s ‘once was’.