I have a notoriously bad memory and live on reminder notes and lists. My friends on Twitter tell me that this is National Writing Day so I should try to hang onto that fact. So – number One, while keeping up with my nursing and caring duties I must leave reminders all over the shop … More NWD 2018
The latest bulletin from our home-hospital is that Badger and I are going to have to shift bedrooms. This means my study will disappear to accommodate two double beds as I don’t dare share one with him anymore. The problem is that he talks, roars, kicks, punches and swears in his sleep. This has got … More All change, everybody off!
This is one of my first entries concerning nursing my husband through his terminal cancer but don’t run away, it will be honest but not sad (often funny if it is like our usual life). I have dedicated my life at the moment to seeing him out happy. That is basically – no matter how … More New and old
Hello Mumz frenz, Lilydog here. I is confused. Wen I not well I go vet, he stick thing up my bum and needle in neck or give mum poke-down-throat bits. I go home and sleep a lot. Well mum not been well and doing very good impression of Great Dane barking. She went sleepies for … More Confused….
You know what I hate about clichés? A great way to write lazily, obviously and avoids the need to be innovative, of course …. but mainly I loathe them because they are true. Except … In one second my whole life came crashing down – piffle! I am a disaster-magnet and very rarely does anything happen … More Son of Cliché Rides Again
Hello Mumz frenz! Is special day today for all critters to be nice to ther mum. That not hard, we nice to our Mum every day! (that is an explanation mark wot means I is laffing) Problem is we been wotching telly and it say that mumz has to be gived cards n flowers or … More Mumz day
In junior school I was drawn to the percussion section of the school orchestra. Of course I was, banging, hitting, generally making a racket was something at which I was rather good. So I spent a few years messing around with triangles, cymbals, tambourines etc. although they wouldn’t let me loose on drums because I … More Now orchestrated!
Elaine loved one thing above all others about being a widow: finally she could rant. Yes, there was nobody in the house since her kids grew up and her husband died (thank God!) but her habit of being out front in the garden gave her some opportunity to communicate. Just waving at passing cars was … More Ever learn?
I went to physiotherapy this morning with the intention of going shopping for Badger’s birthday as I had an opportunity of being alone. Unfortunately I learned there that one of my neighbours in the village had died so I went straight from the medical centre to the funeral home to say my goodbyes to him. … More No good deed…
… is also a beginning. I’ve lived by this all my life, it’s part of the pagan creed and just common sense. When something stops, something else starts because Nature abhors a vacuum. This has all come home to me in many ways recently. Facing up to Badger’s death has been a surprisingly positive … More Every ending …..