OpinionPregnancy This article is more than 6 years oldNothing prepared me for pregnancy – apart from the never-ending hangover of my 20sThis article is more than 6 years oldJessica KnappettI am queasy, irritable and dehydrated. My heavy-drinking days have trained me well for having a baby I am pregnant. I think I’m supposed to say we’re pregnant but it feels more like I’m the pregnant one. He is just reading about being pregnant.

Slick oil: Richard Wilson's 20:50 at the Saatchi Gallery Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share via Email 12 January 2010: You may have seen artist Richard Wilson's oleaginous installation before. Created over 20 years ago, this spectacular waist-high reservoir of recycled sump oil, one of Britart's most iconic installations, was bought by collector Charles Saatchi and has been exhibited at his various galleries in London – first at Boundary Road in St John's Wood, then at County Hall beside the Thames.

TelevisionObituaryDiane HollandImposing figure on stage and Hi-De-Hi!In the 1980s, Diane Holland, who has died aged 78, was a Sunday night fixture as one of the ensemble cast of the holiday camp television sitcom Hi-De-Hi! The series was written by Jimmy Perry - who was Holland's brother-in-law - and David Croft. While it never challenged their earlier BBC success, Dad's Army, for critical standing or subsequent longevity, it was consistently successful in the ratings and lasted for nine series, from 1980 to 1988.

Other livesPalaeontologyObituaryIan McMillan obituaryMy brother, Ian McMillan, who has died aged 72, was a micropalaeontologist who specialised in the study of foraminifera – microfossils that provide evidence of the age of rock layers, and which are therefore useful in providing data for the oil and diamond industries. His expertise led him to work mainly in South Africa, but he also took part in projects in Sierra Leone, Angola, Namibia, Cameroon, Argentina and Tanzania.

The ObserverHealth, mind and body booksReviewAfter coming close to death in her own hospital, a doctor perhaps protests too much at the language used by her lifesaversIn two thousand and something (we’re never given an idea of dates in the book, meaning we’re always slightly disoriented in time, as if we’re drifting in and out of a coma in intensive care), Dr Rana Awdish was admitted to the Detroit hospital she worked in and came pretty much as close as is possible to death.