My favourite jumper has a stain. It’s small, but it’s noticeable. A bright orange stain on my lovely light grey, hand-wash-only, woollen jumper. Continue reading “Dementia: To Know What Love Is”
Dementia: To Know What Love Is
Dementia: The Declining Dancer
Words by my dad……
Perhaps I shouldn’t put pen to paper once more, but I thought you would like to know the latest news. Continue reading “Dementia: The Declining Dancer”
Dementia: The Boy Who Cried Wolf
Or….
To Assume, Makes an Ass out of U and Me
My kids fight. Not proper punch ups or anything, just normal bickering which sometimes leads to shoving (Martha) or elbow barging (Archie), tapping on the head in a patronising manner (Martha) or tripping up his sisters as he nonchalantly walks past (Archie). Continue reading “Dementia: The Boy Who Cried Wolf”
Dementia: On The Radio
Last week, while minding my own business and trying to get some work done, I overheard my regular lunchtime companion, Jeremy Vine talk about how his next radio guest was a lady called Wendy. Continue reading “Dementia: On The Radio”
Dementia: My Embarrassing Hero
Heroes come in all shapes and sizes (and, no, I don’t mean those miniature chocolates that seem to get smaller each Christmas).
If I were to ask Archie, aged 11 who his hero is, he would either name Andy Murray, or possibly now Kyle Edmund, or some footballer who earns more each month than many people earn in a lifetime. Continue reading “Dementia: My Embarrassing Hero”
Dementia: The 8 Questions I would Ask My Mother
My mother has been severely ill now for over two years. There is a level of acceptance now which I never thought would come. It is now normal. Continue reading “Dementia: The 8 Questions I would Ask My Mother”
Dementia: Doing Better
Marriage.
It’s not for the weak-willed or the faint-hearted. To build a strong marriage, I believe it’s about team work, effort, shared goals and mutual respect. Continue reading “Dementia: Doing Better”
“Don’t Be A Big Girl!”
“Sugar and spice and all things nice, that’s what little girls are made of.”
What a load of old nonsense. Continue reading ““Don’t Be A Big Girl!””
Slow, Slow, Quick-Quick, Slow
By My Dad…..
On a Tuesady morning there is a dance and movement session for an hour in the care home. I go in and help Jane with participating and I and the staff feels she benefits greatly from this. Continue reading “Slow, Slow, Quick-Quick, Slow”
Dementia – More Grief Than It’s Worth?
I haven’t written a blog post for a while. The reason? Well, there’s not been too much to report, I suppose. Continue reading “Dementia – More Grief Than It’s Worth?”
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