I live on a steep road which you get to up a steeper road. There are clearly disadvantages with this: any exercise finishes with a tough cycle or run. Even a pleasant night out with friends ends with a walk up a steep hill. However, there are advantages: not least a great view and, anyone who…

When I was a teenager, I had a party trick: white fingers. I didn’t paint my fingers and I don’t mean my tan was so bad that my fingers were pale (although as a red-head, I have never “done” tanned): I mean, when it was cold I would “show off” my yellowy white fingers. It…

My approach to illness is to ignore it as much as I can and just get on with my life. When I write “illness”, I don’t think of diabetes in this category: I know not to ignore diabetes. What I mean is, when I have a cold, I try to battle through. I may drink…

My Mum never called it a sports bag: the first one I remember was always referred to as a plimpsoll bag. This was devastating to a seven-year-old kid who knew that she wore “trainers” – no one called them “plimpsolls”. Nevertheless, I liked the bag. My Mum had made it for me and no one…

My diagnosis with type 1 diabetes came as a huge surprise both  to me and to my parents. As far as I knew, there was no one in my family with diabetes. However, when I asked my mother she said something along the lines of “oh yes, Auntie Mary had diabetes”. This seemed odd to…

Andy’s blog about his research into his next pump was very interesting. His conclusion was interesting. And so, too, were his criteria for the decision-making. They were interesting because they were different to mine. I have written before about my frustration with the size and look of my pump: although I know it keeps me…