LIVING near Brands Hatch as we do, or the Penny Pie Park gyratory as it’s better known, one gets a grim level of entertainment when out walking the dog every day.

This week’s ‘gasp moment’ was the lorry that decided to shoot the red light when I pressed the button… except there was a car in front of it that prevented him doing anything other than straddling the crossing and he had to slam on his brakes before ramming into the back of it.

Something he might have seen had he not had his phone in his hand while driving. Which is a comforting thought isn’t it?

Take your eyes off the road and onto your phone and you’re asking for it. Except it’s more likely to be someone not asking for it that suffers.

I ordered some jump suits this week online. I had a vision of myself looking like a Charlie’s Angel in denim.

In reality, when they arrived, I looked at best like I was off to work in a garage and at worst like an inmate on Prisoner Cell Block H.

Can’t understand it because they looked great on the size zero six foot models.

Houdini couldn’t have got out of them once buttoned in. And, as my mate says, ‘Whenever she sees a middle-aged woman in a jump suit she has to marvel at their bladder control’.

They are currently winging their way back to the warehouse whence they came. However they will cross in their path the others I have ordered because one lives in hope of finding the one that makes me look exactly like the picture I have in my head.

Life would not be worth living if we did not carry hope in our hearts, would it?

It is your time now to nominate the unsung heroes of Barnsley for the annual Proud of Barnsley awards.

By that, we don’t mean those who do a good job when the standard of their job should be excellent anyway.

We mean those who go above and beyond the job description, or have survived something and become a beacon of inspiration.

And it is especially for those people who do what they do not for accolade or thanks but because it is just in their nature to be good, kind, helpful in a world which is increasingly selfish and angry.

We need to know about these people. We all need to be reminded of the true goodness we still have around us which is many, many grades above the virtue signalling self-proclaimed ‘saints’ who snap into Mr Hyde as soon as they’re opposed.

Please, let us know who to be truly proud of in Barnsley.

I’ve got to that age where I open the Chron and check out the death notices.

Never happened when I was younger, and I don’t know why I look now because too many times I’ve seen people I recognise, who I went to school with who went way before their time.

I know these days fewer people put in a notice, but as far as my lot are concerned, it’s a respect thing, a vestige from past times.

I see the smiley faces of people on their photos who are no longer here and it’s a crystallising moment because I’m still struggling with the fact I won’t ever see my mum, my dad, my uncle, my dear friend again.

But, as they say, if you look and your name isn’t included, you can get on with your day. Have a good week, folks. If you haven’t seen your photo on that page anyway.