I have recently joined Instagram. So far, I’m enjoying it. I love taking pictures and I love seeing my friends’ pictures. Continue reading “The Eyebrow Revolution Starts Now – Who’s In?”
Girl About Harrogate
I am just back from a lovely girly weekend away to Ibiza. The last time I went to Ibiza, I was 17. I and my three fellow 17-year old friends partied and holidayed like only teenagers can. It was pure freedom. Continue reading “Girl About Harrogate”
Dementia: La Merde!
We are just back from a holiday in the south of France.
“Let’s drive!” I said. Continue reading “Dementia: La Merde!”
Mamma Mia – Here I Go Again
I’ve always loved ABBA. I think I was born with the melodies flowing through my veins. One of my first memories was of my mother doing yoga in our dining room, her long rope-type things strewn on the floor and ABBA playing on the record player. Continue reading “Mamma Mia – Here I Go Again”
Dementia: A Motherless Lamb
My boy is home after a 5-day school trip.
It was a school trip to Wales and they’ve had an action-packed week full of activities and adventure. The sun shone and he and all his classmates have returned, dirty, exhausted and slightly sun-kissed. Continue reading “Dementia: A Motherless Lamb”
Dealing with Heart-Break
My daughter is in the throes of her first love and her first heart-break.
I’m not talking about the boy at school she giggles about, or even Zac Efron, who she will openly swoon over, every time she watches a Greatest Showman song on YourTube.
No, I am talking about her best friend…. Her BFF…. Her BFFE! Continue reading “Dealing with Heart-Break”
Breaking News: The British Heart Foundation Are Joining The fight Against Dementia
I was contacted last week by a very lovely girl from the British Heart Foundation. Molly. She found me on Twitter and asked if she could speak to me about my mother and our experience with vascular dementia.
The British Heart Foundation? I was intrigued. Continue reading “Breaking News: The British Heart Foundation Are Joining The fight Against Dementia”
My Dementia-Friendly Hairdresser
I had my hair done last week.
It’s always a bit of a treat. A few hours on my own, drinking Earl Grey tea and munching on those little rectangular caramelised biscuits while chatting about life with the lovely man cutting my hair. He is called, Gerri. Continue reading “My Dementia-Friendly Hairdresser”
Dementia: To Know What Love Is
My favourite jumper has a stain. It’s small, but it’s noticeable. A bright orange stain on my lovely light grey, hand-wash-only, woollen jumper. Continue reading “Dementia: To Know What Love Is”
Dementia: The 8 Questions I would Ask My Mother
My mother has been severely ill now for over two years. There is a level of acceptance now which I never thought would come. It is now normal. Continue reading “Dementia: The 8 Questions I would Ask My Mother”
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