We are just back from a holiday in the south of France.
“Let’s drive!” I said. Continue reading “Dementia: La Merde!”
Dementia: La Merde!
Dementia: In Her Shoes
My youngest daughter has just seen a picture of herself from around two years ago. In the photo, she is sitting between her brother and sister and is around 18 months old and other than looking a little younger, she looks exactly like she does now. Soft blond curls framing her small, angelic face. So, I was a little stumped that she didn’t recognise herself. Continue reading “Dementia: In Her Shoes”
Socks, Knickers and Dementia Idealism
I have just returned from another trip to the vets with our dog. Continue reading “Socks, Knickers and Dementia Idealism”
The Shower Scraper
My mum has one of those window-cleaning scraper things in the guest room shower. It is not the original one – that one appeared in the bathroom, carefully hanging on a little rubber hook that stuck to the shower door many, many years ago. Continue reading “The Shower Scraper”
“I Don’t Know”
By my dad…
I haven’t been in touch recently because Jane has been quite settled over the last few months. All the family and children have been up to see us over half term which has been very nice for me, but perhaps a bit confusing for Mrs T. Continue reading ““I Don’t Know””
Young Love
It’s been an exciting week in our house: Martha was in the local paper yesterday as she’s raising money for Alzheimer’s UK (more on that in another post), which made her feel like a bit of a celebrity and of course, it was Valentine’s Day on Tuesday, which meant my eldest two got a bit giddy and unnecessary for a couple of days. Continue reading “Young Love”
The Importance of Friendship
I have a lovely friend called Biddy. She is a very beautiful and warm and very giving octogenarian, who was a client first and then she became a much beloved friend. Continue reading “The Importance of Friendship”
I Hope
So, I have just returned from my trip up to see The Crazy and my world-weary father. It was lovely to see them both and to spend some time together. Hubby didn’t come, he stayed and worked hard whilst I had a wee holiday. Continue reading “I Hope”
Ho Ho Bloody Ho!
It’s Christmas Eve. The kids are in bed. Hubby has gone up to bed and I am left downstairs with my chamomile tea and Kylie screeching at me from the Royal Albert Hall. Continue reading “Ho Ho Bloody Ho!”
The Storm!
So, the rain is lashing down and hasn’t stopped all day. It’s battering most of the country apparently, with flood warnings in the South today and the heart of the storm due to travel up North tomorrow.
My Crazy Mum 
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