So, news has just broken, that Amy Winehouse died today. Not quite the impact that the demise of Elvis or John Lennon had, but still the sort of news that momentarily brings you up with a jolt.
27 years of age ... that's no age at all, is it?
At 27, I had been married for 8 years; had just orchestrated a complete career change and was looking forward to enjoying my dream job.
Little did I know at that time, but I would also have the birth of two children to look forward to; the move to a house where I would probably end my days and the love & support of my loyal hubby and my precious family.
When someone dies ... makes you think ... doesnt it.
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