Christmas is over.
It’s been lovely. It really has. But…….. Continue reading “Dementia Blog: The Secret To A Moist Bird”
Dementia Blog: The Secret To A Moist Bird
Not The Mother I Thought I Was
We run. As a family. It’s become a bit of a “thing”.
I blame the Park Run. We thought we’d try it last summer and almost twelve months later, we still turn up almost every week, come rain or shine. Continue reading “Not The Mother I Thought I Was”
Dementia: La Merde!
We are just back from a holiday in the south of France.
“Let’s drive!” I said. Continue reading “Dementia: La Merde!”
Mamma Mia – Here I Go Again
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”
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: In Her Shoes
My youngest daughter has just seen a picture of herself from around two years ago. In the photo, she is sitting between her brother and sister and is around 18 months old and other than looking a little younger, she looks exactly like she does now. Soft blond curls framing her small, angelic face. So, I was a little stumped that she didn’t recognise herself. Continue reading “Dementia: In Her Shoes”
My Crazy Mum 
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