Day 332. The devil is in the detail.

Or rather the space invader is in the decal.

Tonight was the client event I've been working on for several months and it really is the little things that help to make it special.

I've spent the evening dressed '80s style, dancing to Springsteen, Prince and Duran Duran, all while making sure the customers that joined us had the time of their lives - oh yes you bet Bill Medley and Jennifer Warne was played. Finally hit my bed at 2am happy with the result and more than a little relieved that it went without a hitch.

Great team. I'm a lucky girl.

Day 86. Let's get ready to RUMBLE.

In the week that P.J. and Duncan stormed the download charts with their 1994 hit, Let's Get Ready to Rumble, I headed up to Newcastle and Sunderland for the day to run a couple of workshops for O2. The day started well when Bea's sleepy face appeared at the landing window as I reversed out of the drive just after 6 a.m., especially as I hadn't seen her since yesterday morning.

Twelve hours later I was back at Newcastle Station ready to board the train home. I managed to entertain my fellow rail passengers when I accidentally knocked up the volume to max on my iPhone and jumped out of my skin. The polite middle-aged, middle-class men around me smiled wryly and I conveyed an expression that was essentially a facial bow to the audience. Before you ask, I was listening to Bruce Springsteen not Ant and Dec.

Arriving home bang on 10 p.m. it was a long and tiring day. Tomorrow I think any sort of rumble will be out of the question.

Day 26. Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture.

Today was supposed to be about preparing the business accounts ready for my accountant. That and the usual weekend chores of washing, ironing and food shopping. Instead, whilst baking some chocolate cupcakes and listening to the radio it became a day of memories. Coldplay's 'Every Tear is a Waterfall' took me back to the Olympic Stadium where we watched the Paralympic Closing Ceremony. 'Starlight' by Muse reminded me that this was one of the first songs Bea recognised and bounced along to. Listening to 'Land of Hope and Dreams' by The Boss and there I was in Manchester's Etihad Stadium with one of my best friends and a few thousand other fans. Music for me, like for so many others, has remained a constant thread, joining grey cell to grey cell and never failing to recreate exactly the same feelings and emotions experienced during, what I would later realise were, the defining points in my life.

So today, the accounts took a back seat and I took notice of the lyrics of a song I had listened to as a girl.

Bea is 8, still a baby in so many ways, but growing up so quickly that sometimes it's like watching TV with someone sitting on the remote control, causing it to repeatedly switch from live pause to 30x fast forward. Rather than sitting in my study all day, we headed off to Cambridge for dinner at Jamie's where Bea could indulge in one of her favourite treats, 'The World's Best Olives', and I sat in awe of this person that I have somehow helped to create, trying to make sure that as time marches on we spend it doing the things that really matter.

Day 7. Chrome wheeled, fuel injected.

Well worth the wait

It's fair to say that social media is a big part of my life. As a constant talker and regular home worker, Twitter in particular allows me to engage with people on my terms, and with minimal disruption to my working day. It's here that I've forged digital friendships with like-minded people; friendships that revolve around a love of food, music and pithy commentary. Although mainly food. I've blogged about food, exchanged recipes, shared and sought out hints and tips and drooled over other people's #foodporn. So today there was much excitement when I spotted the Parcel Force guy reversing up our drive to deliver this fuel injected beauty: my KitchenAid. It's a long awaited arrival and what better way to test drive it than with Springsteen on the iPod and a batch of banana, chocolate and fudge muffins. Baby, we were so born to run.