One Family's Journey with Vascular Dementia
I am just back from a lovely girly weekend away to Ibiza. The last time I went to Ibiza, I was 17. I and my three fellow 17-year old friends partied and holidayed like only teenagers can. It was pure freedom. Continue reading “Girl About Harrogate”
We are just back from a holiday in the south of France.
“Let’s drive!” I said. Continue reading “Dementia: La Merde!”
I’ve always loved ABBA. I think I was born with the melodies flowing through my veins. One of my first memories was of my mother doing yoga in our dining room, her long rope-type things strewn on the floor and ABBA playing on the record player. Continue reading “Mamma Mia – Here I Go Again”
It is the season of sports days, school productions and ‘move-up’ days . Days filled with excitement, sunshine, nerves and fun. Archie is excited but apprehensive about starting senior school in September. Continue reading “Dementia: How To Feel Invincible!”
My boy is home after a 5-day school trip.
It was a school trip to Wales and they’ve had an action-packed week full of activities and adventure. The sun shone and he and all his classmates have returned, dirty, exhausted and slightly sun-kissed. Continue reading “Dementia: A Motherless Lamb”
My daughter is in the throes of her first love and her first heart-break.
I’m not talking about the boy at school she giggles about, or even Zac Efron, who she will openly swoon over, every time she watches a Greatest Showman song on YourTube.
No, I am talking about her best friend…. Her BFF…. Her BFFE! Continue reading “Dealing with Heart-Break”
I was contacted last week by a very lovely girl from the British Heart Foundation. Molly. She found me on Twitter and asked if she could speak to me about my mother and our experience with vascular dementia.
The British Heart Foundation? I was intrigued. Continue reading “Breaking News: The British Heart Foundation Are Joining The fight Against Dementia”
We have had 2 days of reasonable weather now with sunshine (and maybe a shower or two) which has made us a little cheerier and perhaps believing that there is more to come. Continue reading “Dementia: Spring Time at The Ranch”
I had my hair done last week.
It’s always a bit of a treat. A few hours on my own, drinking Earl Grey tea and munching on those little rectangular caramelised biscuits while chatting about life with the lovely man cutting my hair. He is called, Gerri. Continue reading “My Dementia-Friendly Hairdresser”
Mabel was going to be the next top child model. I’d been convinced by a number of people telling me that she was so photogenic that I needed to send her picture in to some model agencies. Continue reading “Dementia: Time For Me To Wake Up”
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