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Brief hiatus
Hi all, S&H here. Just to let you know my Mum was admitted to hospital yesterday. She’s had a section of her intestines removed, but is recovering well. She asked me to drop a note here to let you all … Continue reading
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The squirrel.
I read in the newspaper today that grey squirrels, which are not native to Britain, are responsible for the destruction of trees and chasing our native squirrel, which is a red squirrel away. Well, I’m sorry. I have a grey … Continue reading
Three pinfalls and a submission.
There has been a bit of radio silence from me. You’ve not had any writing because I’ve been writing. As you, dedicated reader, may recall, what sustained me through the dreadful years of being a carer for my demented mother, … Continue reading
Still in there somewhere.
For new readers, these are the dementia diaries in which I document the occurrences I encounter when involved with family members, or friends with dementia. I am now up to my fifth such family member. The first was my new … Continue reading
Art
Art is the language of this planet,It knows no boundaries, owes no allegiancesIt illuminates the truth; it speaks to the soul.Art shows us what is – with a better understanding. Art is food for the hunger of the heart.Art is … Continue reading
Welcome new reader.
Welcome! If you have found me because of a little piece of paper, or a search engine, welcome! This website is incredibly easy to navigate, if you can tap, scroll, or poke you can do it. There are no pop-ups, … Continue reading
Inarticulacy.
Inarticulacy, or as I like to think of it, inarticularcy, is its own thingummy jig. If you arse around with the words, which slip, fugitive from your whatsit, (holding with the hands and fingers, begins with rasp) the results are … Continue reading
Competency.
Have you ever woken up, knowing what was wrong? Or right? I don’t mean in the normal excessively late middle age things of having a sense of which bits have dropped off in the night, assuming, that is, that you’ve … Continue reading
God Save the Queen.
In 1969 I had a mini that was advertised as being able to turn on a sixpence. It was in need of a paint job, a Union Jack was mooted but never arrived and eventually you could inspect the engine … Continue reading
Learning and that
This is the second time I have written the introduction to this post, because I have lost it somewhere in the computer, which rather proves my point. I can see a draft of it, written in strange symbols but have … Continue reading