Family, Friendship, Fun … & Vascular Dementia
We’ve always loved food in our family. Our portion sizes are legendary. I can out-eat Hubby no problems at all and my kids are showing the signs of taking after me. I am secretly very proud! Continue reading “For The Love of Food”
What’s the last number?” asks Mabel, aged 5.
Continue reading ““Do You Want Granny To Die?!””
A few post-Christmas words by my dad….. Continue reading “Father Christmas is Real”
Tina Turner’s ‘Simply The Best’ was on the radio this afternoon. Graham Norton was interviewing an actress who is currently playing Tina on the West End. I wasn’t listening too intently, I was folding endless piles of laundry. But, then that song came on and, as only music can, I was transported back to a day around 25 years ago. Continue reading “Dementia: Simply The Best!”
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!”
There is a proven way to survive if you should encounter a hungry tiger whilst out and about. Continue reading “How To Survive a Tiger Attack”
“Help me!”
I hear those words at least once a day from one of my brood. Usually when they can’t find something they need immediately, or if they can’t get the TV to work properly, or Mabel has got herself stuck in one of her dressing-up princess dresses. Honestly, the examples are endless. Continue reading “Help”
I have ventured up to sunny Scotland (no, I am not being ironic, it really is!) with the littlest daughter to see my parents. We arrived yesterday after a long journey, where Mabel chattered away inanely for the first third of the journey, fell asleep for the second third and then moaned for the final leg. Continue reading “Pink Castles and Fairy Tales”
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