In the words of Emeli Sandé; when did we all get so fearful? Is it age? Why do we let our fears take the reins and steer our lives?

This year the words in O Holy Night ring truer than ever - the world is weary. So how can we still rejoice this Christmas?

I'm exploring the worst thing about grief, but it's not as depressing as it sounds, because the worst thing might also be the best thing.

Having been forced to rest this week, I worked out there are 4 types of people when it comes to rest. Which are you?