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Let's be honest: it's a mug's game. My main memories of my Granny are of her with a cigarette in hand, of being sent to the "cabin" to buy her mentholated Dunhill. Add to that the memory of my time with my Dad shared always with a cigarette - one after the other. Of the chorus of coughing in the mornings and of now watching him struggle, with COPD, knowing this is a terminal illness that was brought upon himself. Supposedly my Grandma died of old age (but i reckon it was the cancer that got her first) and despite my Dad giving up smoking over eight years ago the years of damage have taken their toll. I chose a path away from cigarettes and I don't mind telling people how stupid I think they are for smoking - friends, family, strangers. We are all touched by cancer at some point and I recently got the all clear after twelve long years of close attention. I am thankful that it was caught before I needed anything other than day treatment and b

We have put the tree up, had some mulled wine andmince pies which leads me to think that it must be time for anotherRobertson-Willmot Christmas letter: a time to sit and ponder on what 2012brought our way However I feel I must apologise for being ratherrubbish this year on getting people their birthday cards and presents on time -or at all.  Lots of things have happened and resulted in my inability tosimply sort myself out. But please rest assured that you have, each andeveryone of you, been in my thoughts.  That's enough of that, however, forI have digressed! Eliza has been lucky enough to experience snow eachyear; but this year was a first as she was able to join us sledging!  Weare not completely sure how much she enjoyed it as she was trust up like aturkey and couldn't say too much!  Normally there isn't any shutting ourlittle chatterbox up! Our little twinkle-toes started ballet this year andenjoys practising her magic feet, tippy toes and ballet turns at everyoppo

In a bid not to confuse Santa this year I thought I would ask for the only thing I have ever wanted - the one thing I always dreamt I would be when I grow up.... I want to be happy. Or at least a step closer to it (and I am not talking dwarves). I always wanted to be successful and happy, but for 2013 I'd take happy on its own. My daughter brings me joy and she is happiness personified - so maybe I already have it - I just need to wrap myself in her arms more often. Wherever it is hiding, please Santa, I'd just like a share of the happiness you spread. Kind regards Lulu Robertson Aged 36 and 1/4

Sarah (Lulu) Robertson lulurobertson76@yahoo.com A highly motivated, confident and outgoing person with a thorough knowledge and understanding of waste management and recycling.   An innovative individual with a creative mind and good organisational skills.   A dynamic team leader with excellent negotiation and communication skills.     A confident leader and a reliable team player, with a flexible manner.   An excellent manager of both employees and projects that thrives on an ever-changing environment. Skills Base: Full Member of the Chartered Institute of Waste Management Associate Member of the Institute of Environmental Management and Assessment NEBOSH General Certificate Computer literate – All Microsoft Office Programmes; Contender; Photoshop HIGHER EDUCATION MSc Monitoring, Modelling and Management of Environmental Change King’s College, London                                                                      

Over twelve months ago I received a phone call to tell me a friend had been killed - he had been punched once in the face and was dead.  True I hadn't spoken to him for a few years: but the news was shocking.  I went to the funeral on my own, met with old friends and even my ex-husband, we discussed Rob and the kind of guy he was.  He was full of life, he was manic and a complete nutter; he was Rob, need we say more? Lost Without You   I am wandering aroundmy love My head in a haze Why aren’t you here Filling up my days? I miss you likedaylight in winter And the summer sun You are my soul mate Forever the One I am empty like aderelict house Like a night withoutthe moon You were taken tooquickly Gone from me too soon I miss you with everyheartbeat Like I’d miss flowersin spring My life will foreverbe Missing one thing The clocks keep onticking But have no hands How do I continue Without my man? Gone but notforgotten For always this istrue I remain here Lost without you I wr

Marks and Spencer (M&S) brought us the concept of Shwopping in April – via adverts featuring Joanna Lumley.  The concept has seen boxes (Shwop Drops) placed in all of their shops and in Oxfam shops too – where customers can place their unwanted clothes (from any brand).  These items are then either reused or recycled.  M&S have reported that in the first six months of the scheme more than two million items have been shwopped – diverting  865 tonnes of textiles from disposal and raising over £1.5m for Oxfam. In fact M&S have now put on sale a cost made from wool donated through the shwop scheme.  This too isn’t a new thing either - years ago people used the wool from outgrown jumpers or woollen items with holes in and knitted new items with the yarn.  So not only are M&S recycling and reusing clothing they are recycling old ideas too – and why shouldn’t they?  The modern twist is working for them and helping the environment too. We must remember though that thi

I am no longer based "in town" and I never thought I'd miss it. Yet every Wednesday when I am London bound I find myself looking forward to what I will be greeted by. It's not the hustle and bustle - the fast moving commuters and slow shuffling tourists. It's not the shops and bargains abound. It's the buildings, the Underground, the knowing smile you may get from a fellow passenger, or the sarcastic comment of a Tube driver. I love London and its diversity. I love that you can walk just a short distance and be greeted by a whole new world. I love that you can randomly bump into an old friend you haven't seen for years. Making our big world smaller every day. I love St Paul's how proud it stands in the heart of the City. The fact it has survived wars and still attracts throngs of people to it everyday. I love the pomp and circumstance of the City and its Idiosyncrasies. I love that the museums are free and that you can meander around beautifu

This is the space I am going to use to share with the world my thoughts, my notions, my opinions and my meanderings. They may be about life, generally, or my own. Maybe about business or the environment or waste management. They may be videos or photos or re-posts of other blogs. Maybe I will use poetry or quotations or phrases and paraphrases. At this juncture I know not; all I know is that I will write. If you have a comment please leave it, if you have an opinion please leave that too. But do so knowing that these are my own thoughts and I am not preaching and as such do not expect the same in return. We all have thoughts and things we want to say: this is my web log - my blog. It is where I will say what I want to say. And I shall say this - I look forward to hearing from you and sod grammar!