My mum, the Elephant and Me – #3: Decisions, decisions

Dear Mum  I am in India, in Neral, a lovely place in the hills about 50 miles east of Mumbai.       I am here to see a retirement resort and talk to the people who live here. Let me explain why: At first I thought that it was just an extension of your personality,...

My mum, the elephant and me – #1 The beginning

  People have suggested that I write about my mother’s dementia. I struggled with the concept for a while: there is a risk that this will become one massive whinge and turn-off for readers expecting something whimsical. And then there are all the concerns about...

Paws for thought on our morning walk.

  I took Oscar to Farnborough common for his walk this morning. It does look as though Spring is finally here, and I chanced not wearing a coat but at times the chill wind reminded me of its Siberian origins. I do enjoy walking Oscar during the week, especially...

I’m sorry

  SPECIAL DISCLAIMER: This misery memoir-type post will probably make you wince, Dear Reader, but not everything in life is funny or quirky. I post it to get this off my chest, and it might help someone else in a similar position to know that they’re not...

Tangled

  My time is being taken up by this Fairbank sleeveless sweater knitting project at the moment. Whilst I appear finally to have got the hang of it, after umpteen mishaps, the yarn is giving me a lot of hassle and I am spending far too much time trying to tame it...