Christmas is coming and Ms A is getting fat
On Sunday I played (violin) in a little Christmas concert in Folkestone alongside my sister, a fellow fiddler. We had made complicated...
On Sunday I played (violin) in a little Christmas concert in Folkestone alongside my sister, a fellow fiddler. We had made complicated...
Alzheimer’s, they tell us, is progressive brain cell death. Over a course of time the total brain size shrinks because the tissue...
One of the saddest things about everyday life with Miss A is watching her polluting My Loved One’s mind. “I’m getting very...
When My Loved One first started to lose things Big Time – keys, credit cards, phone, rail card, wet wipes, pens and...
We’ve been discharged by our consultant. No, that isn’t the royal we. The three of us – My Loved One, Ms Alzheimer’s...
Loosely, but not aggressively, themed for Remembrance Day this concert gave us the works of one composer whose pacificism drove him across the Atlantic,...
Iain Burnside is a commensurate communicator. Witness his often quirky, but always fascinating, programmes on Radio 3 over the years and his...
Wrath. Anger. Fury. Temper. I do them all every day. Expertly. And it’s all very well St Paul, a single gent who...