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Category Archives: The parrot has landed.
The gift that keeps on annoying.
I do not know of a way through the minefield that is dementia care for the lay person without collateral damage. After the last hospital stay for my mother, when we collected her, the doctor insisted that she needed round-the-clock … Continue reading
Louvres.
Silly me, there I was mistaking an open window for a louvre blind. I should have known. Naturally the time off has not eventuated, there have been five phone calls a day, as usual and when I rang the hospital … Continue reading
Doors and windows.
When God closes a door He opens a window. After the bump-along-the-bottom that was last week, a few small windows have opened a crack to let in a bit of much needed fresh air, though in some cases the back … Continue reading
Tricky.
I’m a huge fan of Dynamo the magician, he only goes to show what can be achieved with practice, and how very perfect it does make him. For the rest of us, there are some situations in life, however, in … Continue reading
More thrilling panic.
Taking care of someone elderly and demented is a riveting process of lurching from panic to crisis and back again. Take, for example, last Thursday, where I directed a panic by telephone, about every half hour. If you have ever … Continue reading
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The Monday morning post. (Like the Saturday evening post, except different and here.) (And free.) (And only written by me.) (Etc.)
I was halfway through a cheerful little posting about funerals when I remembered I’d started this blog to make Monday morning happy. I will still post the posting about funerals at some point because I’ve found out some helpful stuff. … Continue reading
Going up empty handed.
Replying to a kind reader I wrote that I had heard you arrive in heaven with only the stuff you gave away and then I thought about it all afternoon while gardening. The implications are massive, if it’s true, because … Continue reading
Care-ful.
The joys of being a carer at a distance reached a new low this week. I was standing in a hospital car park, bleeding and in pain. As I got in the car my husband said, ‘The lady from the … Continue reading
Senior holiday memories.
Well it was off the boat, of course. Well I’m saying boat. It was more of a big boat, you know. You get that with cruises. Anyway, we left the boat by walking, you know, down. So there was this … Continue reading
A legacy (of what? Please guess).
After six weeks with my arm in plaster followed by a month at my mother’s, after two days straight sleeping I finally got to grips with my own house and garden. Nature abhors a vacuum, though it doesn’t mind a … Continue reading