Everything is going to be just fine, darling. The young of Europe are revolting, and in a good way. They are wired for tolerance. We old folk will be saved by their kindness.

A handsome devil wandered into my bar. My flirt offensive was about to be unleashed, until he hurled himself across my red lines.

I turned forty-six. A horrible number. But I am fine with getting older. Time is, however, running out on this life. I have so much more to do. So many versions of me are yet to be lived. So many wild imaginings to make real.

My dear darling friend is suffering from a horrid disease, in silence. No one wants to hear about female reproductive health issues and the devastating consequences of some of the associated illnesses. Well, tough bananas, I'm speaking up. Talking is all I can do for my wonderful friend.

Someone I know is in a mess. If I intervene I risk so much. The peace that cushions me would evaporate. But they might be rescued. What to do? How far does one go? Gosh, it's a conundrum for the ages.

A 'thank you' to the most recent silent inspirer who wandered briefly into my life. My bravery needs, at times, charging up by witnessing the bravery of others.

History has taught us that we must stand and be counted when it comes to the defence of our legal freedoms. Too many people are turning the other cheek, lowering their gaze. I can't, I must say something. It's all I can do.

I'm all in on adventure, and my Lisbon adventure feels like it is coming to a gentle close. I need to remember how free I am , and I must honour that freedom. Where will I go? Whom will I be? I have no idea, darling. And that is such a thrill. Goodness, life really is dazzling, if we let it be.