Toasting the new year with a half-full glass
2017 was quite a year and, for once, I don’t mean Brexit and Trump. My turn-of-the-year reflections are rooted closer to home....
2017 was quite a year and, for once, I don’t mean Brexit and Trump. My turn-of-the-year reflections are rooted closer to home....
Ms Alzheimer’s is an especially unwelcome presence at Christmas but our first festive season with her recognised in our midst has been...
At our last appointment with the consultant My Loved One and I agreed, in principle, that we would – if asked –...
Elgar’s In the South, written in 1904 and the oldest work of the afternoon, was a resounding opener in this all twentieth century programme....
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...