One Family's Journey with Vascular Dementia
We have had a very lazy weekend; pottering in the garden, cleaning the cars (Hubby), doing the laundry (me), the kids have been out on their bikes with some of the neighbourhood children. Archie has played football with our neighbour Harry (and destroyed all of Harry’s dad’s beautiful border flowers), Mabel has fallen over a lot and has grazed knees and a bump on her head and Martha has had a successful riding lesson. Continue reading “Naughty words!”
By my dad…..
Perhaps I should add a little footnote to Sarah’s latest kitchen related thoughts. “Too many cooks spoil….” you know the rest. Continue reading “Chocco Bloggo!”
I have escaped the chaos of the kitchen to start writing tonight. My dad is here for a couple of days on his own (to bring back the little dog he realised was too much work for him – see previous post The Visit for full details of that adventure!) and to have a break for a few days. His sister, my lovely auntie Sheila offered to go and stay with Mum for a few days to be her temporary carer and to give my dad a bit of a rest. Continue reading “Dad’s Great Bake-Off!”
May 13th. In fact, to be more precise it’s Friday the 13th of May and it’s my mother’s birthday today. The kids and I have called her and left a message on their answer machine of us all singing happy birthday in four different keys. Then she has called us back, or to be more exact, Dad must have dialled our number and she said “hello” as I answered the phone. “Who is this?” she demanded, as I wished her a happy birthday again. Continue reading “Friday the 13th”
It’s hard to believe, but the temperature in Yorkshire hit the twenties over the weekend and was absolutely glorious yesterday. The kids went to school in their summer uniform, three loads of washing went out on the whirly gig and dried within just a few hours and I even wore a skirt (my razor had to work very hard and is now blunt!). Continue reading “What’s in a little red dress?”
I remember thinking, as a teenager that I hated my Mum. She was strict and struggled to understand me. In my teenage angst I really felt like her sole purpose in life was to ruin my life and put an immediate stop to any fun I was trying to have. Continue reading “The Little Things”
By my dad…..
Having just read Sarah’s long and most delightful note on her children’s success in tennis and football I have to disagree that she hasn’t “won” any prizes during her 40 years on this earth. She is top dog and a gold medal winner in her thoughtfulness and love to us both here in sunny and then snowy Scotland. Continue reading “My dad’s response to “Celebrating Success””
It’s been a busy, successful weekend in our household. Archie and Martha had their end of season football presentations where they were awarded a medal each (now most prized possessions and must not, under any circumstances be touched by smallest, noisiest, grumpiest little sister). Continue reading “Celebrating Success!”
I saw these two pictures on Facebook earlier today and they made me smile, because their messages resonated with me.
By my dad….
I never put any money on ‘the horses’ but on Saturday with my sister Sheila and her hubby John’s help – who came all the way down to see Emma + 2 and Lily and Ronnie – I put £1 on “Rule the World”on the nose at 40/1 (totally random pick- l know nothing about horses) and it won the Grand National! Continue reading “If I Could Rule The World”
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My Crazy Mum 
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