I have been a bit lazy with my blog over the past few weeks; the school holidays have inevitably had an impact on how creative I feel and how much free time I have to simply sit and think; Continue reading “Fighting The Lurgy”
Fighting The Lurgy
Not Good Enough
Mum was discharged from the psychiatric unit back in January after spending several weeks being monitored and assessed by a team of specialist consultants and medical experts. Continue reading “Not Good Enough”
Home
I used to love coming ‘home’ and would immediately feel young and free from responsibility again, like the weight and pressure of adulthood; the burden of it was lifted, left at the door along with hastily discarded shoes, coats and bags of laundry. Continue reading “Home”
Tea Lady!
I went to my first Dementia Forward singing group yesterday as a fully fledged volunteer.
Chicken Pox!
So, life has been a bit busy over the past few weeks, not least because littlest daughter and champion foot stamper has had Chicken Pox, which meant that for most of last week she and I were house-bound. Continue reading “Chicken Pox!”
Wandering around Italy
I have just returned from a week in Italy with Hubby. Continue reading “Wandering around Italy”
Mistaken Identity
I had to laugh the other day…I was scrolling down my phone just looking at the Daily Mail headlines (don’t judge me!) when Mabel, who was sitting next to me piped up, “That like Daddy, Mummy!” Continue reading “Mistaken Identity”
The Sun’ll Come Out Tomorrow…
I had a lovely evening last night. I took my 7 year old daughter, Martha to the local theatre to see a production of Annie. She has been counting down the weeks, the days and finally yesterday, the hours until our evening together. Continue reading “The Sun’ll Come Out Tomorrow…”
In the words of a song (or two)…
A word from my dad….
Black is black !
Rock band Los Bravos released this as their debut single in 1966. It seems appropriate : Continue reading “In the words of a song (or two)…”
When Lovely Just Isn’t Enough!
Mum has had a bad night and my dad sounds very down this morning. He didn’t even try to put on a jolly front and brightly rate her behaviour and agitation out of 10. She wandered downstairs last night at around 9pm, after having got herself dressed again (one of “the lovely ladies” had been at 7.30pm and helped Mum get ready for bed and encouraged her to take her concoction of tablets). Continue reading “When Lovely Just Isn’t Enough!”
My Crazy Mum 
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