Hilary Seabrook - writer, podcaster, musician

This last few months has been an incredible one for @BambuuBrush.     My latest blog details just some of their amazing achievements.

Tommie and Rebecca from @BambuuBrush have only gone and hit their target of selling one million toothbrushes - and they haven't been in business a year yet!     My latest blog tells how they did it - with the help of their customers.

Charles Dickens led much of his writer's life in central London, based at his home on Doughty Street. It now serves as a museum and an evening spent there was hugely inspirational.     For Christmas, the team at the museum have laid the house out as if it was a scene from one of Dickens's novels. From the dining room to the servants' quarters, it's a beautiful sight.     For anyone who studies Dickens's work or enjoys his stories, this place is a delight. For anyone who wishes to be a better writer, it's a pilgrimage.

Before we start, I'd just like to clarify that I understand that Thanksgiving began as a way for Americans to celebrate everything over on their side of the pond. But why has this Americanised holiday escaped the UK consciousness and yet we're force-fed a new commercialisation of Halloween, Black Friday and Valentine's Day?     I'd love to just give thanks for everything I have and the people around me. I'm fortunate to have got through some pretty tricky moments in the last few years and am enjoying relatively good health, with lots of good people around me (at least metaphorically).     So why don't we take time on Thursday to join our American cousins in giving thanks? We don't have to eat turkey and whatever pies they seem to have invented.     Let's do it. I'm giving thanks for my children, parents, friends, pets, home, community and work. What are you thankful for?

Another favourite album of 2019 from the fabulous Jacob Collier.     Read my review for Kind of Jazz here.

Today is another significant day - when I saw the images of the Berlin Wall coming down 30 years ago, I had no idea what an important moment it would be in my own life.     I had spent five years since graduating, travelling the world and had even settled down (for a few months) in Hong Kong. I'd just returned to London in autumn 1989 and thought I ought to get a 'proper' job. After staying with friends for a few weeks, I found a room in a flat in Little Venice, which I loved. I used to cycle across town, often leaving my bike chained to railings while I spent the night in Ronnie Scott's - emerging into the early morning light to cycle home.     Temping as a secretary was fairly unfulfilling, but then I was offered a job working for the Producer of 'The Wall', Berlin 1990 . I spent the next year working on the production, including follow-up work back in London. I got to know Berlin well. A fall on site led to a trip into East Berlin to a hospital - it was ...