Mum, I know you hate missing out and indeed, are personally affronted should any of us fail to inform you of exciting news promptly. So, here’s a round up of the past few months and family stuff you’d love to know about: Continue reading “Dementia: Peas and Carrots”
Mum! You’ll never guess what? Doris Day has only gone and stolen your thunder and died. Today! On your birthday. Can you believe it!? Continue reading “The Day Doris Stole My Grief”
The years are flying past so fast! It’s now four years since we started to lose you. It seems like yesterday in some ways, but then so much has happened. You’ve missed so much, Mum. Continue reading “A Mother’s Day Letter To My Mum”
A few post-Christmas words by my dad….. Continue reading “Father Christmas is Real”
Radio 1 Newsbeat have today done a feature on dementia. It was a hard listen. A young lady called Hayley described her father’s rapid decline into Pick’s Disease and how his whole personality has changed and how she struggles to love him as he is no longer the same man. Continue reading “Vascular Dementia and Preparing for THAT phone call”
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!”
My Dad’s latest thoughts…..
A little update which I would like to share with you to remind all of us that the power of words indeed is magical or equally distressing. Continue reading “Three Important Words – By My Dad”
I have recently joined Instagram. So far, I’m enjoying it. I love taking pictures and I love seeing my friends’ pictures. Continue reading “The Eyebrow Revolution Starts Now – Who’s In?”
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”