One Family's Journey with Vascular Dementia
So, it is officially now British Summertime. We all lost an hour’s sleep last night, meaning our nights will now be lighter and our mornings darker – I think that’s right, or maybe it’s the other way around? Mmmm….I have enough trouble thinking straight with the amount of sleep I normally get without a policy established 100 years ago robbing me of more shut-eye. Continue reading “The Safety of the Easter Bunny”
By my dad….
Stretcher-bearer. One may think this is a strange title for my next few paragraphs on life living on the edge, but you’ll smile as this is the answer to one of the clues in last week’s prize cryptic Scotsman crossword. Yes, I do have time for some relaxation between chores! Continue reading “Stretcher-Bearer”
My day started this morning at around 6:50 with our youngest screaming out from her bedroom, “My wet Mummy!” it wasn’t exactly what I needed before a day at work and the kids’ last day at school before the Easter break. Continue reading “Just another day!”
Time is a funny thing. When we’re young, we think it is endless and we have all the time in the world. I don’t really know at what point that stops, maybe it is a gradual awareness, a slow awakening to the fact that we are ageing. Continue reading “I believe in Magic”
I received a lovely message this morning from an old friend. My old university friend, Sian, who I don’t see enough of these days and with whom I have shared some wonderful, funny, embarrassing and special times with over the past 20 or so years (one moment in particular when we chased Brad from Neighbours down an alley in Hull! Shameful!) Continue reading “What to say?”
It’s the day after “Mother’s day” and sadness has reached into my heart once again to bring a tear to my eye after reading Sarah’s last blog post. Continue reading “Mum’s The Word”
I didn’t really give too much thought to today, before it arrived that is. I’d sent the obligatory card to Mum, I’d invited my mother-in-law round for Sunday lunch with my grandmother-in-law and other family members. I’d ordered a gammon joint from our fabulous butcher and hubby popped to the supermarket with a list of the required vegetables and nibbles. All sorted, I thought. Easy. Continue reading “Mother’s Day Tears”
It was a gradual dawning – the fact that there was something very wrong with Mum. Dad was worried, I could see it in him and after multiple trips to the doctors she was being treated for depression Continue reading “An Unfair Fight”
I have been genuinely overwhelmed by the lovely messages and comments from friends, friends of friends and complete strangers who have read my blog. It has surprised me that so many people care. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I knew the “definites” – the people who would take the time to read my blog and send me encouraging words and messages (you know who you are girls!), but, I didn’t think my stories would spread so far, would wing their way around the globe so effortlessly. Continue reading “What’s in a message?”
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My Crazy Mum 
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