Mr Happy

Father’s Day and time for random presents! What do you get someone who has every John Wayne movie ever made and whose love of Acker Bilk isn’t what it used to be; has watched Catherine Cookson classics to the point of boredom, whose wardrobe is fit to bursting its doors, who has three pairs of … Continue reading Mr Happy


For sure our lives can be made better by the presence of others.  We’re conscious of the difference certain people make and are thankful that they happen to be in the world at the same time we are. Coincidence or maybe it was always meant to be this way.  I like to think the latter. … Continue reading conversations


I decided to drop in to see Dad the other evening for an hour before his dinner. I thought it would be a nice surprise. He was happy to see me but the inevitable and less affirming question: You just yourself? Actually no. I’ve brought Cookie with me. Cookie is one of three Labradors belonging … Continue reading normalising

carrying the fire

The last time I posted here Dad had just celebrated his 82nd birthday. He’s now 83. Two years ago when I started this blog I had no idea what the journey would be like for us or what we’d encounter along the way. Two years ago there was a subtle supposition that dementia would dictate … Continue reading carrying the fire


“Skye would be nice” suggested Dad. It was a simple request; a favourite place. It was spring and plans were being made for the summer. It was a time of juggling diaries, confirming dates and trying to find somewhere suitable for Dad; wheelchair access, ground floor, ensuite with walk in shower, countryside but close enough … Continue reading rest

patience and hope

A gloomy presence has been hanging around me for days. I’ve tried to shrug it off a number of times but it keeps coming back. It catches me unawares sometimes, cleverly disguising itself and using others to reach me through their grief, but I’ve got it sussed and challenge its motives. With another Mother’s Day … Continue reading patience and hope