It’s been just over ten months since we said goodbye to my lovely dad. To be honest, in those dark days following his untimely death, when time seemed to stand still and it felt like I was walking through treacle, I really thought Mum would go too.Continue reading “The Final Curtain”
Hubby and I ventured out on a date last week. First time in goodness knows how long that we went out, just the two of us.
As usual, when it comes to me leaving the house, he was in the car, engine running. Tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, wondering why the hell it was taking me so long to get out the house.Continue reading “My Eyes, Golf & Grief”
Grief is a funny old bedfellow. I hate it. I hate the explosive unpredictability of it. But I also wallow in its now familiar depths. It is where I feel close to my father. Where I hear his voice the clearest.Continue reading “Behind Her Eyes”
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!”
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?”
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!”