I have started my marathon training. Continue reading “How Dementia Has Weakened “The Odds””
How Dementia Has Weakened “The Odds”
Dementia Blog: The Secret To A Moist Bird
Christmas is over.
It’s been lovely. It really has. But…….. Continue reading “Dementia Blog: The Secret To A Moist Bird”
Dementia: Winter is Upon Us
It’s been a while since I last wrote a blog post. Life has been extremely busy over the past few months and now with Christmas approaching, like mums all over the world I am trying to juggle work, the family and home life with also being Santa, decorating the house so it’s both homely and festive, enough but not too much. Tasteful yet fun. Continue reading “Dementia: Winter is Upon Us”
Dementia: Peas and Carrots
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”
Not The Mother I Thought I Was
We run. As a family. It’s become a bit of a “thing”.
I blame the Park Run. We thought we’d try it last summer and almost twelve months later, we still turn up almost every week, come rain or shine. Continue reading “Not The Mother I Thought I Was”
Dementia: The Importance of Swinging Your Ponytail
My mum used to have very long hair as a child. So long she could sit on it, apparently. Growing up, it was a story I would share with my friends with immense pride. Continue reading “Dementia: The Importance of Swinging Your Ponytail”
The Day Doris Stole My Grief
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”
For The Love of Food
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”
“Do You Want Granny To Die?!”
What’s the last number?” asks Mabel, aged 5.
Continue reading ““Do You Want Granny To Die?!””
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