a meal to remember
We lunched with Mum in the communal dining room yesterday. That was a bit of an experience… I had phoned ahead to request extra meals which is a lovely service that the care facility provides. For...
View Articlein the spring we shall sit in the sun
My Mum phoned me. Well, one of the carers dialled our number and handed Mum the phone. I happened to be home, as I was ill, so I was able to talk with her. Last week she phoned when Mr FD was the only...
View Articlelife, love and everything
It’s all a little bit over, isn’t it? Christmas, I mean. It hurled through the week like a train rattling down the line, and shot through faster than an express. I guess it always does. Not that I am...
View ArticleAlways listen to your Grandma
My mother would always tell the granddaughters of which she has seven to drop their handkerchief to attract a man’s attention. It was always a moment of mirth for all involved but now it seems Grandma...
View Articlejust sod off
As a week, it can pack its sodding bags and hit the road! First, we sardined an extra three family members, along with much of their goods and chattels,without warning into our home. Then, we had the...
View Articleholding the hand you love and wanting it to stay there
I guess Mum is improving, it just doesn’t feel as though she is. Late this afternoon, they removed the gastric tube, but they have had to start Mum on antibiotics as she has fluid on her left lung....
View Articlewho am I, what day is this, where is the exit?
Mother Flamingo Dancer has improved today; more lucid and sitting up in bed longer. She took some broth, jelly and juice. Tomorrow she is scheduled to commence physiotherapy to help clear her chest....
View Articlefly away Peter, fly away Paul
Sitting beside my mother’s bedside, I prattled on with all the extended family news that I could foster. Mum’s sister had a growth removed from her bowel; one of her brother’s has to have his...
View Articlesilver linings and a bit of a porker
There really is a positive in almost every situation, even Alzheimer’s disease. My Mum hates pork. Whenever we took her out to lunch she would say that she would eat anything except pork. Once we...
View Articlea single act of love
No one sets out to be old, but it happens none the less. What an odd place old age is. Well, it seems so, looking from the outside, not there yet myself. My mother is 88 years of age today. Every...
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