Yes, a little play on words I know but the week has been a weird one. On Sunday last week I realised that Mrs O’s mum was travelling backwards in time far quicker than in the previous 30 months of her incarceration in the prison of dementia. I had become increasing dull following recent visits […]
Mixed feelings
Yesterday was a strange day. It is two years ago tomorrow that I maneuvered mother-in-law into the care home but it was on the Friday, a very wet Friday that the move took place in the dark that can only come from a December evening. These thoughts ran through my mind as I scuttled down […]
Gatherings – a perfect storm.
I was shattered on Saturday morning. The 10 hour drive home on Friday and a house like an oven sapped my strength but we had a wonderful thunderstorm in the morning and whilst out in it testing whether my new anorak was weatherproof, yes I can be a bit that way sometimes but these things […]
The Freudian Sheep
I am a member of the Freudian Sheep artist group in Ipswich. Ian Moss and Eleanor May run this delightful establishment in St Helens Street, Ipswich. Each month there is a fresh exhibition of work in the gallery with open views taking place on the Saturday. We are quite an eclectic group and a […]