This is another one of those Facebook things but I've change the rules a bit and Ruth - you have to do this one. Here are 15 albums or songs which are significant to me in some way. I have tried to put them in order but actually that's not as easy as it might look.

So in reverse order...

15 Christina Aguilera - Beautiful - not into her at all but there is no denying she has a great voice and this is a brilliant song.

14. Carl Orff - Carmina Burana - When I first heard this on The Omen I just had to know who it was by - perfect.

13. Zero 7 - Home - Scott Mills played this on Radio 1 (many moons ago before I switched to Wogan!) I went straight out and bought the album. The best music for lounging in a bath to. Still sends shivers up my spine.

12. Joan Baez - Donna Donna - My dad used to sing me to sleep when I was very tiny and I remember him singing this song to me. I now sing it to my own children.

11. Queen - the show must go on - the words make me cry every time.

10. Yes - Going for the one - just brilliant. Best up really loud.

9. Vaughan Williams - lark ascending - I heard this late one night on classic FM and had to sit in my car outside my house until I found out what it was.

8. Red Hot Chili Peppers - By the way - What was on the first time Dom gave me a lift home from the pub. Great album, shocking guitar solos!

7. Alice in Chains - Jar of flies - This album was the soundtrack to my last couple of years at Uni. Still love it.

6. Dolly Parton 9-5 - The beginning of my love affair with Dolly. I had a friend, Alice who I stood next to on a belt at the chocolate factory that I worked at. She used to sing it to pass the time and I knew the song before I had ever heard Dolly sing it. Alice challenged me to find a better "feel good" song and I still haven't found one!

5. Pink Floyd - The wall - Just a work of art. Still get lost in it.

4. Steve Vai - Passion and warfare - Without a shadow of doubt in my mind THE best guitarist in the world, ever.

3. Kate Bush - The Kick inside - My favourite all time female artist and this is her best album.

2 and 1. Marillion - Script for a jesters tear and Fugazi. At the age of about 13 I spent a week copying out the words to these two albums. The words were amazing and complicated and very pretentious. Fish spoke to my soul and I obsessed about this band for several years. I still know all the words and still listen to them regularly. If I could only take one album to an island it would be Script at a push. I never tire of it.

Phew - that was hard. Going for a glass of wine now.

I realised when I was looking through this last night that there was a distinct lack of pictures of my eldest son. I don't know why this would be - I adore him and he makes me laugh every day. I guess if anything I feel guilty sometimes that James hasn't had nearly as much of my attention as Joe did which is why I am trying to take some more pictures of him.

Anyway - here is Joe. He is a clever - too clever for me, funny, attention seeking, happy little boy. Sometimes I get a bit choked when I think that if it hadn't been for one doctor who had a hunch we would have lost him at 3 months. I wonder if Dr "Ken" realises how often I think about him and thank God that he was on duty that night!

It's a shame isn't it that one of the few times people get together is at funerals. These are my cousins from my mum's side of the family. We have a picture exactly like this taken when Chris on the right was just a few months old. In that picture we all fitted on the bench quite nicely but not so much now it seems!

By the way I did not go to my nan's funeral in my jeans; nor did Joe go in his tracky bottoms!

We have been in Norfolk this weekend for my Nan's funeral which was yesterday. It was a hard day but today we have had a lovely family day and the sun has been out. My brother took some pics of James and this one just made me laugh.

He's such a smiley happy boy so this picture is not his usual self - I have never seen him pout like this but it might be because my bruv looks a bit scary.

My little boy is growing up!

This was taken on Sunday went we went ot the beach because it was so hot - yes Ruth it was so hot we paddled in the sea and I got a bit burnt!!!

James is really starting to get a bit of character to his face now - he's a cheeky monkey.

It's weird; having spent the last two and a half years looking at a little boy who essentially just looks like me, I look at James and see nothing of myself at all. He's definitely all Dom.

O.k Got to go it's too sunny to be sitting inside playing on the computer!

I went to Norfolk this weekend to help sort out some stuff that belonged to my nan. This picture is of a bundle of letters found in my Nan's house with a note on them "Some of our love letters from during the war - please destroy".

I think they are beautiful - a lovingly written, cherished collection of thoughts and feelings, desires and hopes wrapped up in two elastic bands.

My nan died in the early hours of this morning.

I am sadder than I expected to be. She had alzheimer's and we have been praying for her death to be quick since a fall that she had last week which seemed to be as a result of a stroke.
She never really regained conciousness and died peacefully in her sleep - which was what we all hoped for her.

But here's the thing - suddenly in death my nan's life somehow becomes more meaningful and vibrant. I'm inclined not to think about the last five years or so where she has been muddled and sleepy and a bit awkward; but instead remember the gardener, the organ player, the nan who gooed over babies and knew how to gut fish and thread onions and pluck a chicken. I have remembered lying with my head on her lap on long journeys in the back of the car and perfroming shows and dances for her when I was little.

I loved my nan and although I cannot grieve for her death I am hopelessly sad that she is gone and will miss her terribly.

Rest peacefully Nan, with no strangers, no "boy" and no pain.